I took in feral kittens almost 14 years ago.
(I had an old Tom Cat -brought his girlfriend home - she took off, left him with the kids)
One is still living. They hated me all this time, (I am the one who fed them) but loved my grandmother. Before she died, one slept on her head, one on her feet.
They ran and hid from everyone else.
I named them Hiss and Spit for a reason. I still have Spit, he stayed the wildest of the two