A true tale far as I remember: a cat arrived in my husband's wretched but wonderful 60's chevy truck. Did he rescue it? I don't remember now, should ask, we still talk. That's how we got our irish setter, he rescued Kelly, but I don't remember re Margaret (name of a childhood pal). Plus, she looked like a Margaret.
Anyway, since we already had two cats and I was a sneezerama person, I called my then colleague but not yet consultant to, and left a message that I was dropping off Margaret at her work back door, which I did, already late for my own work - but she hadn't caught the phone message yet. Margaret was beautiful, of course.
Not long later, a bunch of months, I was a consultant and we developed working together. And there was Margaret. She got me back - I was hand detailing/drafting a plan and Margaret jumped on my drafting and I picked her up fast as my fingers could carry me, and I received a scratch that lasted many years. I notice it's gone now. Miss her, of course.