Years ago one September when the weather was colder than normal, a petite black cat was making the rounds of my neighborhood trying to get adopted. We took her in – first on the screened in porch till we could get her to the vet for checkup and shots and getting fixed. I named her Katydid. I made the vet appointment and drove her there a day or so later. When I returned home the phone was ringing and it was the vet. The vet said “Katy already did it”. She was pregnant. So after the check up and shots I brought her home. She adjusted amazing well to the other cats we had (as I lived in a large Victorian house at the time). She was very petite but had 5 kittens of which 4 survived. We kept all of them for a bit. It was so funny seeing 4 kittens run after her as she was trying to escape.
When the household split up, we each took some cats and had to find homes for a few. Katydid was a happy outgoing kitty. I wanted to keep her but had others with special needs that would not get adopted. So my vet tech at the time asked if she could try Katydid at a group home for one of the residents as a therapy cat. So it worked out and Katydid had a new home. The amazing part of the story is that the resident they got her for was having a really bad time mentally and was about to be put on some very heavy medicine. However once she got Katydid and they bonded, the resident never had to go on those meds. I saw a pic of them years later and the resident was just beaming with Katydid in her arms. You never know how the kindness you show to animals will be returned to you or others.