My grandma had a cat carved on their back fence gate post because after she fed her family and workers she fed the rest to people during the depression. She also tried to help with sick animals and took in my Uncle Bill from the streets of Philly during the Depression. My dad brought him home to feed him and Gram just took him in. I never knew he wasn't blood kin until he died. I am so proud she was like that. Gives you something to aspire to.