I work nights at a hotel in Florida and unfortunately people sometimes abandon their cats on the property. Many of the employees feed our little feral colony, taking turns buying kibble and storing it in a big bin in the office. One day a young tuxedo cat showed up, hungry and scared. He was very affectionate but didn't get along with the other cats. We fed him seperately from them (by the pool) and tried to find him a home as he was obviously an indoor cat. One morning he followed me to my car and jumped right in, he hopped into the back window and let out a loud Meow as if to say, "What are you waiting for? Let's go home!"; And so we did. I named him Batman and he is still incredibly affectionate and loving 3 years later. He brings me joy and mischief and seems to know he may have had a hard future ahead if not for coming home that day with me. I like to say that I didn't rescue him, he rescued himself!