About 11 years ago, I was walking across a field near where I used to live and saw 4 lads aged 16-18 spraying a box with lighter fuel. It didn't cross my mind to intervene until I heard this pathetic miaowing from the box. I tried to keep walking due to not liking cats, but my conscience got the better of me, and I could foresee the inevitable outcome. I ended up going over and asking the lads what was in the box. The oldest lad was quite misguided and his answer was that it didn't concern me, I should go and have intercourse with myself, and that failure to do so may involve harm to myself. I administered a quick attitude adjustment to the person of questionable parentage by means of introducing my forehead to his nose, and then shoving his head several times using my fists, until he decided he needed to lay down for a rest and to contemplate how he should respond to people in the future. After asking his associates did they have any objection to me taking the box away with me. Sorry for the way that was phrased, but I don't want seem as if I'm glorifying violence (no matter how much I consider it was justified). Surprisingly, they didn't so I took the box (and the jet black, small feline) home with me. When I got in I told my (now ex) wife that I was not interested in the slightest about having a cat, and would she please keep our children out of the kitchen because I didn't want them seeing the kitten - I also foresaw another inevitable outcome. I rang the RSPCA up, but was informed they couldn't get anyone out to pick up the kitten and could I keep hold of it until Monday? Needless to say, the kids heard it miaowing and within 2 minutes I'd acquired a new addition to the family.
It was in a sorry state though. It had so many fleas that when I tried rinsing the lighter fuel out it's coat the shower water was coming out the fur blood-red. At the time I didn't realise that it had ingested some of the lighter fuel and wasn't eating or drinking because of this. The most it was able to keep down was a small amount of water every now and again administered via a baby medicine syringe so it was getting quite weak (although thankfully cats have a metabolism that's very efficient when it comes to water which is why cat urine is so concentrated). There's a common misconception that I sat with the cat for 36 hours because I cared for it, and was crying. This is not true. I'm a man and the only reason I sat with it was because I didn't want my children being upset due to them taking to it so quickly, and I was suffering from hayfever at the time. Honest. Thankfully it pulled through, although it cost a shedload in vets fees (it seems to happen whenever I get a kitten - my current two cost me a fortune when I got them), and I was converted into a cat lover.
My wife has a stranger story. She found a stray rat in a Tama drum kit in a barn when she was younger, and took it home. She managed to convince her parents to take it to the vet, who did some tests and said it was a domesticated brown rat, and disease free so her parents let her keep it. Needless to say the rat was called Tama and apparently lived for years (although it became a huge rat because if she was in, it was let out all the time). It was also quite clean, and would run back to it's cage if it needed to take care of a call of nature. I wish my rats had done that when I used to let them out to play and explore the living room.