Today I heard a kitty outside the bedroom window.
Skeeter and I went out to find him, and he was sitting under the holly bushes, shaking with fear and mewling like mad. He was a cute little grey and white kitty, definitely old enough to be weaned, but not much older than that.
We checked on him several times during the day, and he was always right next to the house under the holly bushes. We set out water for him, and I went to the store for kitty food.
He disappeared for a while, but he showed up again later, during a big and unexpected storm that came up at sunset. The poor little guy was mewling again, so Skeeter and I decided to see if we could find him, just to give him some shelter from the storm. The next door neighbors heard him as well, and they came to help.
So it ended up with the six of us (Skeeter, me, and the four neighbors) crawling in the holly bushes, then through the privet hedge, for nearly an hour in the pouring rain to rescue the kitty. The neighbors finally caught him in their back yard and were able to dry him off and put him safely in the garage. A bit later I took the bag of kitty food over for him, and one of the neighbors told me that we had scared away a raccoon that had been stalking the little guy since nightfall.
The children were so disappointed that we didn't bring the kitty home with us. That was never really an option though, since we're all horribly allergic.
During the middle of the search and rescue, I had to laugh about it. Skeeter and I were out in the dark, in the rain, crawling through the holly bushes to rescue a homeless kitty that couldn't stay with us anyway.
No, it doesn't exactly sound sane to me either, but I'm still glad we did.