No idea if you even like cake, Mysteryman, or if you do, which kind.. but here's one as a symbol -
Many years ago, I had a dog that used to scamper away, and a place that couldn't contain him. Well, he was found on the railroad tracks as it was, and our rental back yard area was not well-fenced, covering as it did a city block, however poorly. So, given his plethora of tags, I got calls, and one of them was from the fire station on Venice Blvd. on Mother's Day.
I went to pick him up and thank them, and there before my very eyes was a feast.. a big spread, including several cakes and brownies. People really appreciated those guys.
(Adds, the dog survived that living space.)