Moving to a new place in Coral Gables, I naively thought I could simply bring my indoor cat Kee along without any precautions—a mistake that led to her disappearing on the very first day. For six agonizing days, I maintained my routine of driving to the gym half a mile away around 5 or 6 PM, until one evening I spotted a familiar figure darting down the sidewalk. The moment I called her name, Kee came running straight to me, as if those six days of separation had never happened, though I could see the adventure had taken its toll on her usually pristine coat. That same night, I ordered a GPS tracker with overnight shipping, determined never to experience that helpless feeling again, finally understanding that cats don't share our human logic about home and safety—they follow their own mysterious compass that we can only hope intersects with ours.