All cats in the area find our house. The latest one to show up decided she lived under my truck for a while before she finally let me pet her. Poor thing is declawed, so she must have belonged to someone at some time, but I can't find anyone to claim her. In the meantime, she is staying in my garage "lobby" since we have so many cats inside the house that have their claws.
The garage lobby is a small room inside the door of the garage that I walk through on the way to the room that is my studio. (I have a very large garage.) I'm a slob and a packrat, so the room has a lot of boxes of junk in it, and it is also the place where I often drop off bags with tools or home maintenence supplies when I get back from the hardware store, which is my favorite place to shop.
On Friday, when I was on the way into my studio, I noticed that there was a plastic bag on the floor next to the kitty's food dish. She must have dragged the bag from one of the boxes near the door. I went to pick it up, and found out that it had a dead mouse in it. Not only did she kill the mouse, but she very considerately bagged it, so I wouldn't have to touch it!
What a good cat!