Behind our apartment building is a swampy wooded area where a clan of feral cats live. I can't stand to see anyone suffer, so we've taken it upon ourselves to care for the clan. It took months of research and planning, but over a month ago we set a trap to start our feral cat spay/neuter program.

Our first capture (and only capture so far) was a female kitten, named Lunarpaw. She's so cute, we're trying to domesticate her. She was living in the kids bathroom, but it was too easy for us to ignore her there, so 2 nights ago, I transferred her to my bathroom - with roaming privileges in my bedroom.

She spent her first night in the cat carrier she sleeps in, but at some point the next day she ventured out into my room and knocked over my router.

We all searched my room for her - no success. I put her food and water out in the room last night with the hope that she'd come out of her deep dark hiding place to eat.

This morning - her food and water were untouched. My dread that she'd gotten out somehow was growing like a heavy cloud.

Tonight after work, I was almost panicked. I contemplated borrowing a neighbor's dog to track her down. I was on the phone with my mother when I decided to straighten the tipped over pile of bubble wrap on my desk.

She'd been a foot away from my keyboard and monitor for approximately 36 hours!

What a cat.