When I was little I walked into my step sister's room without knocking and her and my stepbrother were holding a kitten that wasn't ours and my sister was like "we can explain"
Okay full story is that while driving my sister saw a malnourished kitten on the side of the road so she stopped and took her home. However, she couldn't tell my step-mom cause she's a bitch (she stole my dog when her and my dad divorced) so the kitten- who she named Ribs- lived in her bottom drawer for two months recovering. About a month after I walked into her room, my step-mom heard loud meowing from that room and barged in. She came into my dad's room, seething, and said "looks like we have a stowaway" and she obviously wanted to throw it out. Instead of anger from my dad, though, he just went "looks like we have a cat now". We still had Ribs when they divorced three years later
I like cats