Yesterday my dad was entertaining his two young wards in the park, when a large, friendly cat ambled up to demand attention. They pet him for a little while and took note of his name tag, which read "Domino" and had a phone number on it. My dad calls the number but Domino's parents are not home so he leaves a message.
Later that evening as we're all celebrating sister and brother-in-law's joint birthday party, my dad gets a message on his cell phone from Domino's mother, who thanks my dad for calling her and then continues on to explain that Domino "really gets around," and that she's grateful to have him and doesn't know what she'd do without him since her husband is in the hospital. At that very moment, Domino was outside "doing his business" before it was time to come in for the evening. She just wanted my dad to know.