It did turn out to be Beau after all! Skinny, ragged, and scared, but Beau. The cat had crossed 8 lanes of busy Magic Mountain Parkway in Valencia and managed to survive. He doesn't go near the doors anymore.
That's wonderful----and sounds like a smaller version of Homeward Bound, which made me cry. (I cry in animal movies but rarely cry when humans get hurt/lost etc. My bad.)
When I had a cat I found he wouldn't seek anywhere. He would puke wherever he happened to be.
If it's the middle of the night, with no one around, they will target a place they are sure I will be walking in my bare feet. I had one of them, I'm never sure which one, spit a hairball right into my slipper!
Ms Drama, sitting on my feet to subtly remind me that we are nearly THREE MINUTES LATE leaving for our last walk of the day!
Emotions get the better of me, animal or human. Happy or sad can make me tear up.
Cave, thank you for your comment on little Beau cat.
No sign of that in the box, which he is still using. I may have to start keeping track.Might have been a bit constipated and it resolved itself overnight.