Not the typical heroic thing, one would expect. It happened when I was in G-11. I was playing football by myself at my home compound, when I heard a small creaking sound coming from somewhere near, upon my investigation I found a very tiny kitten, that couldn't be that many weeks old, she must have snuck in. My mom was tired of me having cats, so I couldn't show the kitten to her. So I decided to put the kitten on one of the empty services far away the main house so that the probability of the kitten being found would be minimized. I started taking care of this fragile being by putting her in a big box wil a lot of my old sweaters piled up, keep her warm. I brought her food, and bought milk almost every day. Checking upon her was the first thing I did after coming back from school, I viewed keeping her safe and well, as my duty. This went on for around a week or two without any trouble, but I was caught at last when mom went in to look around the room before renting it out. But luckily the kitten wasn't thrown away, as the renter knew a family that wanted a cat, so they adopted my little friend.