A Concerned Citizen
An interesting thing happened just now. I was in the kitchen cleaning and was startled by the doorbell ringing. Hadn't the 5:30 house showing cancelled?

I opened the door and there was a guy standing there looking a little nervous. This wasn't the 5:30 showing. Her name was Jessica. I am confused.

"Have you got any kitty cats?" the guy says. Now I'm more than confused.

"Uh, yeah..." I say. I was wondering what the hell he was selling or if he was going to be freaky... but he starts to explain that last night he was driving down our street and hit a grey and black tabby who just sort-of ran away from the car. He was checking the houses see if all the cats were okay. Rupert is the only non-orange tabby I know of in the area and he seems fine. Still, I showed him to the guy and he doesn't think it was him. Still, there are plenty of cats that wander in and out of the area.

Honestly, I'm impressed. . Some random guy really cares enough about kitties to hunt for a hit-and-run the day after? And he has the balls to go house to house and check on the cat? Wow. There may just be hope for the world; unless he stole something while I wasn't looking, but I don't think he did. I wonder, what did he hope to get out of his search? Did he just want to make sure kitty was okay? Did he want to offer compensation? Both of these seem pretty humble to me.

Way to go, random guy! Karma points for you!