No sign of her yet, but the door remains open should she come back. I've walked around the house twice now, calling her, hoping to see her little grey face looking back at me. Nothing yet. It's starting to get dark so I'll go again shortly. I'm just heartsick. I thought she liked it here, was getting to like me.

Please come home my little feral girl. It rocks here. The food is top notch. The litter box cleaned faithfully every morning. The water fresh and clean. You're making mommy cry.