I'm sitting in a Home Depot parking lot. It's raining, and I am trying to weigh up whether I should just get out of the car, or if I should wait a few minutes and see if the hard pelting rain subsides.
And then I see a lean grey kitten, obviously feral, running from pile of garbage to pile of garbage to discarded diaper, biting at everything to see if there's anything edible at all. Soaked, risking getting run over, but starving.
In that moment I wished I had the ability to not only feed but house that cat. But we've saved four. We can't save any more.
He was feral anyway, so he'd never want to be with us, but I vowed at that moment to always keep cat food and water in the car.