I seem to have a thing for yelling cats:
Leonardo was 10 days old. Abandonded by his mother outside my kitchen window. I found him when he got hungry and started yelling with a surprisingly lound voice for such a tiny thing.
Luke was found in my car's motor. I was sure surprised when, as I pulled out of the drive, my car started yelling at me.
Chester was found stuck in one of my trees, yelling his head off.
Leroy, now at the RB, used to run around and around outside my house all night long, yelling his head off.

I think I wanted peace and quiet, so I adopted them. (just kidding).