I've owned many cats. Once, 26!
On a farm. They were "barn cats."
(a couple were allowed in the house...)
My favorite was Otis....

The Story of Otis:
One day a friend came to my house and related a story of a guy he knew who lived in the county
and one of the cats there had had kittens. This a**hole was using the kittens as target practice with his rifle!
I immediately drove to a location across a field from where this......person lived.
I parked, and made my way towards the house and found two kittens behind the barn.
One male, one female.
I was in financial difficulties at the time and found it hard to feed myself, let alone more mouths to feed.
I decided on saving the male.
I cry to this day thinking of not saving Otis's sister....
Of course, the decision had to be made quickly because of the crack of rifle fire.
Otis was my Baby.
He was a little "loverboy" to everyone.
When I was having a bad day, he would sense it and jump into my lap
and start purring BEFORE I even started to pet him.
I lost Otis one day after about 9 years of companionship.
I let him out one morning, as usual, and he never came back.
He had been in declining health and I believe that he went off to die somewhere
that I would not find him and suffer such grief....
I miss Otis.
Best Wishes,
Scott