Stig & Sam the cat.
During a pretty low time, when the county was disputing my knee surgery, I used to sit on the patio in the snow feeling sorry for myself - when this yellow cat started hanging around. After a few days, she hopped up onto my lap - and curled up and went to sleep while I patiently explained to her that I do not care for cats...."at all!"
"I am a D O G person."
It turned very cold. I bought a heating pad, plugged it into the outlet, and built the cat a house on the porch with a heated bed..
After a stray dog cornered it in the house - it would no longer go in there. My sis-in law agreed to take it if I paid the Vet fees. Then I had to pay her monster electric bill (before her husband found out) because she used an electric space heater to warm the cat, 24/7, in her mud-room for 6 weeks.
"Sam", hey - what do I know about naming cats! -- eventually lived a long life on a farm after that winter.
Yeah, she was like some kind of therapy for me - to get over myself. (went to the Worker's Comp hearing - won my case & got my surgery - after limping around for 6 mos)
Stig