Once I was at Wendy’s with my friend when we saw a stray cat out prowling the perimeter of the parking lot at night. She lured it over, captured it, and we took it to a vet to check for a microchip. A week of “lost cat” posts on Facebook later, we discovered the location of its home: a place right next door to the Wendy’s, where its family and owner lived. “I wouldn’t have done this,” I told her that first night, as we anxiously drove a strange cat on the highway to the 24-hour vet in the dark, “but I love that you did.”