About 7 years ago someone dropped off a declawed and pregnet cat behind my parents house. We would leave the back door open all day and all night so she could come in and eat. One day she was in while I was home from school, and i sat down next to the food dish and started talking to her telling how she is such a good kitty. Then when I reached my hand out to pet her she ran off. Then we didn't see her for about 1 week or so. Then she finally came back into eat and she wasn't pregent anymore. So I gave her a bowl of milk. As soon as she seen my dad she ran out of the house. We believe that the person who dropped her off was a man that had abused her. Every time she seen a male she would run away or she would cower in the corner. Finally one day she got to the point that I was allowed to pet her at any time I wanted. Her kittens were born outside because at the time she didn't trust us enough to have them in our house. After about 3-4 months of me working with her to start trusting me she finally packed her bags and moved into my room. A few months later I noticed she was pregnet again. She had that litter of kittens in the part of the basement that had a crawl space. Only my self was allowed to sit with her and hold and pet her new born kittens. She would pick them up and bring them to me and set them in my hand so I could show my mom how good of a mother she is and how cute her little babies were. As soon as my mom ooh'ed and aww'ed she would take them out of my hands and take them back to where she had them and bring out another one for me to show off for her. While I had her she had 4 litters of kittens. Now mind you I was never allowed to hold her to get her into the vet. She was still part wild due to mistrust. And she still had her back claws and teeth which she knew how to use both very well. Her last litter she had she had them in the corner of my bedroom in a little box. Again I was the only one allwed to hold her kittens unless she went out side my mom would be able to hold them while she was away. Three days after she had her last litter she died on us. We took her to the vet as soon as my dad got home from work because we had to wait for him to get home with the car. Ten minutes after we got her to the vet she died and the vet told us she some how got into rat poision. We had an apartment complex behind the house that would set it out. And she some how managed to get into it. We had 5 kittens that we had to bottle feed. Only 2 kittens made it of course they all got a little of the poision in their systems so the kittens had alot of problems. I was very mad that she died. But I was also greatful that the person dropped her off in a way because I got to keep her and love her and play with all her cute little kitties she gave us. But we all were very mad that she was declawed and dropped off and expected to find food on her own. What if we didn't live there. Every other house around us hates cats. So she would have been left to die. So I was happy we were able to give her the life she wanted and deserved and needed. She was the best cat a 14 year old could ever ask for. So to make a long story short. I hate it when people do that kind of stuff. Cats aren't that hard to take care of if you know what you are doing and what you need to do for them. But I was happy I had her for the short time that I did.