I am reminded of two tiny black cats I rescued four years ago. I was driving at night and saw a black cat beside the dark country roadside. I stopped and managed to get the cat to come near me. Just as I was about to try to pick the cat up, a small dark form darted past us. Turns out that there were two cats.
I managed to get the first cat into the car, but the second one escaped my grasp and ran into the woods. It's impossible to find a black cat in the dark, so I finished my journey and brought back a can of cat food to the place where I was sure the second cat was still hiding. The second cat never showed and I was worried about this little one all night long. I was sure that this cat was frightened being out there all alone. I imagined all sorts of things that could happen to her and I prayed that she would be safe until morning.
The next day, I went back, armed with more cat food and a carrier. I called for the little cat, but got no answer. Then, a thought struck me. I started meowing, hoping the little cat would take me for her missing friend. Sure enough, I heard a tiny faint "meow" in response. I continued meowing and following the response until I could see the little cat perched on a rock. I opened the cat food and waited. Soon, hunger overcame fear, and as the little cat ate I was able to catch her.
Back at my house, I could see that these cats had just been abandoned, for they were too clean to have been in the woods for long. Purr-Box, the first cat I caught, lived with us for four years and died in January of 2011. EP, the tiny second cat, has undergone her own share of medical issues, including one where we thought we would have to amputate her back leg. But she recovered and still lives with us today.
I am glad that I was able to save these cats and give them a much better life than they would have had out in the wild.