I have a story for you.
Mom works with a man named R--, whose wife, B---, has a colleague whose house burned down recently. We will call the colleague Sue.
Sue was working in her garden three days before the house burned down when she felt someone staring at her. She turned around, and a short way away was sitting a Ginger Kitty, perfectly regal and still. Sue called to the Ginger Kitty. The Ginger Kitty approached and accepted pets.
The Ginger Kitty stayed nearby, still watching. Later, the Ginger Kitty followed her into the house. Ginger Kitty didn't have a collar or tag.
Sue fed the kitty, and Ginger Kitty stayed. He watched her work in the garden, and slept on her bed at night.
One night, Sue was awakened by Ginger Kitty's frantic pawing (no claws) on her cheek. The house was on fire. Sue could hear it roaring. She woke her husband, picked up Ginger Kitty, and got out of the house safely. The house burned right down to the foundation. There was nothing left.
The insurance company brought a trailer for Sue and her husband to live in while the insurance details were sorted out. Ginger Kitty moved right in.
A few days later, one of Sue's neighbors stopped by to see if she and her husband needed anything. Ginger Kitty put in an appearance.
"Hey, that's my cat," the neighbor said. "He's been missing about a week."
"He saved my life," replied Sue.
"Well, he never did like me much, so he's your cat now."
This is a true story. Amazing, huh?
Mom loves stories about how a cat can change your life. I changed hers.