Yesterday, just before the university suspended operations in advance of the snow (yes, that's a thing in central North Carolina), two very frightened kittens were pinballing around the parking lot. One was grey and the other was black. Both were young enough that their ears looked to be very nearly as big as their heads.
I felt sorry for them, but I knew it'd take quite some time (and multiple scratches) in order to bring them inside into a warm house, so I just thought kind thoughts toward them as I left.
I mean, what else can you do?