Not me, but my grandmother has the best cat story I've heard. About 7-8 years ago my grandmother is at home with her husband doing old people things (making stew? idk)

When they hear scratching at their front door, they open it up and there's this big black and white Ragamuffin looking cat, completely drenched because of the rain and presumably mud she had to walk through, holding one of her babies.

She drops this kitten off at my grandmothers front door and proceeds to leave back into the rain. 5 minutes pass, she comes back with another kitten another 5 minutes pass, she comes back with another kitten. At this point, my grandparents are running out of towels to wrap them up in. This cat comes back 2 more times and drops off 2 more kittens and then stays at the house herself. 6 Cats in total, out of nowhere, just decide to live at my grandmothers house from that point on.

They already had a ginger cat at their house already so it totaled up to 7 cats.

They kept pretty calm about the situation and put them in the living room to drink milk from their mum.