Despite having a GPS tracker on my cat Kee, the device seemed to malfunction, showing her within 100 feet of my apartment while she was nowhere to be found. For an entire week, I walked the neighborhood calling her name, my hope fading with each passing day until I finally gave up. Days later, when a neighbor knocked on my door—something I rarely answer, mistaking it for an Amazon delivery—I discovered she lived directly behind my house and had found a cat trapped in her backyard. Kee had somehow gotten into the neighbor's fenced area but couldn't find her way back out, surviving there for over 10 days while I searched everywhere but the one place she actually was. The timing of that knock, at a moment when I happened to be home and willing to answer, felt like pure fate bringing my companion back to me.