A few years back, a stray black cat had a kitten. We put food out for them and in time, the kitten warmed up to us. As the kitten got older, she eventually had a litter of 5 kittens of her own in our garage. When she saw that we knew they were there, she started to move them into a bush. We rescued all 5 kittens and bottle fed them and raised them into adulthood. Most of them have since adopted a member of my family as theirs. The one I named Bear (because he was the largest at the time) attached himself to me. He's slimmer than his siblings, but longer and more muscular, like a runner. Frodo (named because he was the runt of the litter and the smallest) attached himself to my dad. Sable (the only girl) attached herself to my mom. Havoc (named by my brother) who grew into a massive 20+lb cat, loves everyone, so does my sister's cat, Orion.