About 4 years ago, a neighbor was raided by Animal Control for cat hourding.  They had 36+ cats and they were everywhere!  They picked on my cats, in my own yard....well, you know the story.  After all the dust settled and the cats were gone, I discovered that one of the kittens they had, escaped the cat police.  This little kitty, barely weaned, made a home in the roof of a small pump house on the property we live on. This poor little girl was scared to death!!! No one could come near her and the whole neighborhood began taking turns feeding her. One night, really late, I was working on my computer and out of the corner of my eye, I saw this sweet little being, sneaking in to the cat food bowl. This happened several nights in a row.  Finally, she got used to me being up when she came in for a midnight snack.  My cats didn't seem to care and I sure didn't mind feeding her!  About a year later, I noticed she was really getting fat.  Then it dawned on me, she was pregnant.  Then the next time I saw her, she was skinny again.  Well, there was nothing I could do but keep plenty of food and good water available for her midnight visits. Living in Northern Arizona, we (used to) have monsoons every summer. During a particularly hard rain that just kept on for hours, again I'm at the computer and in walks our little neighborhood stray, carrying a kitten in her mouth.  When I saw her, she and the kitten were absolutely drenched. I was relieved (I hadn't seen her in a while) and then I saw the kitten. My heart melted, tears started to flow, and I was flabbergasted!  She walked over to me, (I'm on the floor at this point - her level) and she gently sat her baby down in front of me.  A pure white kitten, eyes barely opened, crying as only a kitten can.  She watched me like a hawk, but sat silently as I began to call the kitten to me. It walked over and I started loving on her baby.  Next thing I know, she's gone.  So I really check the kitty out to make sure it was okay, and I look up, and there she stands, with another kitten in her mouth.  This one was gray and silver, just like her.  She came a little closer and dropped that kitten next to the first one. She went over by her escape route and layed down while I was allowed to play, love and hold her babies.  Long story short, she ADOPTED me.  It took about a month before she would let me pet her, but she did finally let me.  I had a large kennel that I made a home for her and her kitties to stay as long as she wanted. Protected, loved and adopted!!!  When the kittens were weaned, as upsetting as it was for her (we now called her "Momma") we put her in a cat carrier and took her to a wonderful vet to be spayed.  I figured that if this scared her too bad, we would never see her again. But, cats will be cats, you know what I mean.  When we brought her home, put her back in the kennel with her kittens and she immediately calmed down and...she stayed!  As much as I wanted to keep the kittens (I already had 4 cats), I found a good home with a friend who took both the healthy kittens as theirs.  Momma, being real sick of being "Momma" at this point, didn't seem to mind when we took the kittens to my friend.  I thought sure she would take off, but she didn't.  She stayed, and not only stayed, but she and I are cuddle buddies every night for about 15 minutes then she's off to her bed in the closet.  That was 3 years ago.  I call her my miracle kitty because not only did she pick me to help her with her babies, she honored me with her love and cuddles, even though she was feral for more than a year. This was such an amazing experience, to be loved by a feral cat, who is still feral to everyone but me.  God really gave me one of his miracles when he showed Momma how to get to my house! She is now a healthy, spayed, vaccinated, loved, protected and member of my kitty family of 3.  She is so camera shy, it has been very hard to get a good picture of her.  I love that little girl so much! She won my heart and I, hers.  I'm the only one she will come to, even though she is still very feral, she loves to cuddle with me at night and she "chirps" like a little bird.  When life gets tough, I remember this little "miracle" and how blessed I am that she picked me, and nothing seems so bad after remembering that beautiful, rainy day.