Back in October of 2010, I told about finding a kitten after a grass fire. Well, that kitten turned out to be one UNFRIENDLY cat. If anyone attempted to pick her up, or pet her, they got clawed. She was sociable in a way, but she just didn't like to be handled. The one exception was the daughter of a friend. His kids named her Ember. A fitting name for a fire survivor, and it really fit her personality. Serenity was the only one who could hold or pet her. They just had a bond.
She also refused to be litter box trained, so eventually she became an outdoor cat. She was a good hunter. She disappeared last week. I am assuming that either a coyote or an owl got her. As persnickity as she was, I really liked her. She had several litters of kittens, and none of them had her temper. They were always cute little fluff balls, and therefore easy to adopt out. She left behind a litter. I found them under a trailer. Roughly three weeks old, just starting to eat solid food.
I lose two or three cats a year from my outdoor bunch. She is one of hte few I was really attached to.