I have to say, I was never much of a cat person, until this one came into my life.
She was a tiny Tuxedo stray that would hang around the barn, and yard and hunt mice, stalk birds, and avoid people. One afternoon in about 2001, I noticed she had kittens. I started feeding her then, because I thought she needed some better nutrition for her new family.
To make a long story shorter, I ended up trapping her and her 2 kittens in have a heart traps. I took them to the vet to get spayed, neutered, and rabies shots, then released them back into the barn. The kittens ended up wandering away, or taken by 'yotes, but she hung around. I kept feeding her, and tried to pet her, but she never would let me. This went on for 2 years...then one cold afternoon, I just grabbed her while she was eating some tuna out of a can, and brought her inside.
She freaked out for about 4 days, and hid, always remaining silent. I gave her a small litter box, and she used it. After about a week, she relaxed and soon became a lap cat. She remained silent for another year, and then finally began purring, and meowing when I spoke to her.
She was very dog like. She no longer used the litter box, instead she would scratch to go outside, and then scratch to come back inside hours later. She preferred to be outside, unless it was very cold and snowy, but always slept inside. She got so tame/trained, that she would even come to me when I called her from outside. She continued to hunt, and remained a tiny little 7lb cat. She had no fear of dogs, she wouldn't run away, and would stand her ground and swat the heck out of my Vizslas if she felt bothered by them. They didn't mess with her
She passed away today, in seemingly, perfect health with nearly the same vigor she had the first day I saw her. I think she must have been at least 16 years old.
I'm going to miss this cat. Rest in peace Bandit...you gave me much joy, and entertainment over the years.