I found a sort of orangey-beige duck sitting outside of my house. Eventually, the duck became a cat. It was sitting there calmly, but when I got closer I could tell it was injured. Her back left leg was bloody, and most of the flesh was gone. It was almost skeletal. She was perfectly calm and didn't even cry or try to bite when I looked at her leg. She had a collar on, but the injury was so old that I decided the people she belonged to didn't deserve her. I took her to the vet who I guess was going to somehow save her leg. Then I was curled up asleep with her next to me.