Four months ago, I went to protect my vinyl-topped car from the hail by putting it in the barn. We were moving things around when we heard a tiny "mew". We looked around and found a TINY (think: slightly bigger than a tennis ball) tabby kitten, thin as a rail and bedraggled. Her mother had abandoned her. She looked up at my fiance and mewed pathetically, and we've had a cat ever since.
What makes me a crazy cat lady? My mom INSISTS on seeing her at least once a month, and calls her her "grand cat". I regularly take her for truck rides, just because she LOVES them. She'* so happy to see me when I get home from work that she bounces around my feet until I pick her up, then proceeds to purr like crazy. She recently lost her baby teeth, and we were overjoyed to find them on the bedroom carpet.
All of this was started with an effort to protect my Bonneville.
Sidenote: it never hailed that day.