So this isn't really good for me, but for my mom it is:
Mom really wants a chicken coop. Bob (stepdad) told her that the only way he's going to get one is if we get a free chicken from somewhere.
Today, Ozzy the cat comes running into the yard, proud as can be, with a little chicken chick in his mouth. We rescued it, took it to the vet (needed an antibiotic shot but was otherwise okay), and the original owners were bored with the chickens anyways so we got to keep this one (they already sold the rest). So I guess mom gets her chicken coop after all. Thanks, Ozzy. *facepalm*