When I was a little girl, my dad would read us Beatrix Potter books before bed. We had almost the complete set. One of my favorites was the story about Tom Kitten.
A couples weeks passed and there appeared Tom Kitten in our yard again. He was skinnier than the last time we saw him. After begging Tyler if I could feed him, I went in to get some milk but when I came back out, he was gone again. The next thing I knew, I was in my (new) car looking for this cat. (I am still not sure what possessed me to do this.) After about 15 minutes, I found Tom Kitten on someone else's front porch. I realized he didn't need rescuing after all. But we still enjoy an occasional visit from him!