That is a great story. I like the one you told about your happy family of kittens as well. I had the same experience...my wonderful cat (Echo! my screen name) had a litter of kittens...she took SUCH good care of them, she was so devoted to them, and each time we gave one away she ran around the house frantically looking for it, and herding the other babies together so she could be sure they were safe. It was heartbreaking. We decided to keep the last one for her, because it seemed too much for her to lose them all...and you know what? after another month or so she couldn't frieking stand him. He used to come up to as he had when he was a kitten, back up to be cleaned or licked, and she would hiss and swipe at him. Once he came walking into the living room and she was lying on the back of the couch, and she looked at him with such predatory venom that I couldn't believe it...he looked up at her, saw what I saw, and squeaked, jumped, and ran out of the room. I didn't imagine it. He saw it too. She was never as happy again. He wasn't supposed to be there.
And you know what? He grew up weird and kind of dysfunctional too. Nature's way, as you said.