Our cat Piper - was dug out of a dumpster at a pipe company (hence the name Piper) - she stunk, she was wild, she was in a box of chicken bones and a man that worked there climbed in with gloves to get her out and they were on their way to take this hissing, spitting, mass of claws and bones to the pound. I said "GIVE HER TO ME!" (I think I was missing 1/2 my brain that day - I have 2 bulldogs at home) She was wild, and the man said "She's crazy, she'll cut you to ribbons." I said "GIVE HER HERE, NOW." I grabbed her by the nape of the neck, held her up (oh did she stink) and looked her square in the eyes and said "I won't take any of your ****, I'm the baddest cat in the sandbox at my house, but if you behave, I'll get you home, give you a bath, and get you fed and watered, and taken care of for life - but you have got to listen to me starting NOW." I put her down in my truck, she curled up in my coat - went to sleep, I took her back to work with me for the rest of the day and H.R.M (her royal majesty) has eaten herself into about 13 lbs of purely plump feline-e'spoiles, and lives right along side some pretty fierce brothers and one VERY annoying sister - Pootie.
As far as the woman who dumped those kittehs? TROLL. People that treat animals like this rarely treat their children any differently, known fact.