This close to tearing up

I am disheveled.
Exhausted from walking and screaming hope's name to no avail and I'm pretty sure my neighbours are going to report me to the police for always lurking in their backyard calling random names.
Ugh!
It's hot, it's uncomfortable and my little girl hasn't come back home yet since last night.
She never does this.
Where is she?
I am turning into a shadow.
These few weeks have been tough. They've been incomparably hectic and I've had little sleep from all the feline shenanigans.
All I want is for all the cats to just find peace here and now hope is the final instalment who has taken to running and not returning.
All the cats have done that only hope remained and lo!
However I am worried about my little darling because she is not the stray cats most are.
She is a pampered little fatty who hasn't come back home yet and I am this close to dropping dead.
I haven't had my usual morning mugs of water and tea.
It's been over 5 hours.
I've looked on the roads, looked all over the compound and got consolations from everyone, telling me that 'your cat will be back.'
Well, okay! But when?
I mean every second is weighing heavier and I'm visualising that moment when she'd come back and I'd feed her and finally hit the bed and get some sleep.
I just want to be sure and aware that everyone around me is safe and happy and right now I don't have that assurity.
Come back hope!
Eat your food.