The doorbell rang at 9:30 tonight. D and I were just about to fool around, so I was like WTF? D suggested not answering it, but it's a good thing I did. Turns out that poor Fern had been stuck outside for 3 hours, unbeknownst to me. She ran out at about 6:30, when I took something to one of the tenants. I completely forgot about her little escape (which I did see), so I had just assumed she was inside. Nope! I opened the door, and this lady asked if I knew she was out there. Fern was sitting on the step outside, meowing very loudly- looking quite scared, and quite pissed. Poor kitty. (Here's a recent picture of her being "attacked" by Lauren's pink froggie- which Fern was afraid of, by the way).