I had finished putting my groceries into the trunk of my friends' car, put the cart in the holder-thingy, and was about to climb back into the car when I hear a very soft "mewl" come from under the car.
I get down on one knee & there is the most soaking wet, bedraggled, pathetically-heart-wrenching excuse for a calico kitty huddled under the door, shivering & looking nearly half dead of starvation.
=(
I barely hold my hand out and she bull-rushes straight into my arms, burrowing into my sweater for warmth & protection.
(Insert giant misty-eyed "awwwwwww" here. Yes, I'm a sucker.)
I climb into the car, turn the heater on full, and just sit there petting her in front of the vent until she is relatively dry & warm, then tuck her back into my sweater & take her home.
Sitting in the driveway, I notice she's got a collar on, rabies tags, and a tag with a phone number.
"Hi, my name is Kissy. If you've found me, please call my mommy at ###-####."
I take her inside, make a small fluffy-blanket bed for her in the sun room (it's where the litter boxes are, is nice & warm, and when I shut the doors there's plenty of airflow, but she's safe from the other cats), and leave her two small bowls of kibble & water.
I call the number & a mother & daughter are on the answering machine:
[Mother] "Hi, you've reached the $Name. Please leave a message at the beep.
[Little girl] "And if you've found my kitty, please please PLEASE leave a number! I miss her so VERY much!" (breaks into sobs)
Ok, just RIP my heart out with a twist of your little finger, young lady. =JP
"Hi. I've found your little kitty & have her safe & warm at my house. When you get in, give me a call, and I'll be more than happy to bring her home. My number is ###-####."
I'm currently sitting in front of my keyboard with a very precious little kitty curled up inside the hood of my sweater, nuzzling my neck, and purring like a Harley at redline. =)
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