Somebody in This troper's neighborhood must have heard of his fondness for old video games. One day ThisTroper came home from work to find a box anonymously left at his front door containing a {{Colecovision}} and nearly 20 games. The parallels to this trope were eerie.

Cute subversion of this trope for me: A cat gave birth to three kittens in our garden nearly five years ago, then took one of them away later. She never came back for the other two, so my brother decided to adopt the kitties--despite being the owner of two perfectly alive hamsters at the time.

A similar feline take on this trope happened to this troper's aunt. She lives out in the country and one day one of the cats from the neighboring farm led her kittens across the fields to my aunt's house and left them. My aunt, an animal lover through and through, took them in.

One of my cousins is a Doorstop Baby. My aunt and uncle were living in Lebanon for a year, and while they were there one of the locals dropped him off on their doorstep. After the Lebanese authorities determined that they couldn't identify the mother, they decided to adopt him.

This Troper's DM has told her that her current D&D character was a DoorstopBaby. Considering this DM's current track record, I am very wary of what this might end up leading to.

And the DM is here to insert a quick cackle and say "Just as planned!"

This troper's great grandfather was a Doorstop Baby, and her last name is actually the name of the church whose door he was stopping.