I figure no one will believe this, except maybe Connie, and that's only because her cats are over on the other side of town figuring out how to weaponize her spice rack.
Every morning when I take Kyra to school, Kiwi the formerly-stray cat follows us. All the way to school. Just like Mary's little lamb. I can't quite figure out why she's doing this, but if she's in the house when we leave, she escapes however she can and then proceeds to sneak through yards, under cars and across roads, always staying just behind us.
On the days that I drop Kyra off and return home, the cat waits outside the school and trots back home with me. On the days that I drop Kyra off and then proceed to walk or cab into work, the cat disappears. I guess she just heads back home. How does she know if it's a work day or a home day? I have no idea.
But the one day that I stayed in the school for a couple of hours instead of running in and out, I found the cat outside, halfway between home and school, meowing piteously.
There's really no point to this story, other than the fact that I want to remember it years hence. I've never been much of a cat person, but this cat has found her way into our family, claws and all.