She ended up at the Cats' Protection League when she was rescued as a stray. She had been living on an industrial estate, and when she had the second set kittens, someone reported this to the CPL.
When she chose me, she had been too weak to feed her own kittens. That must have taken its toll on her health, and taken some years off her life expectancy. Her first two years would have been difficult, but then she had nine years in a comfy home with a large garden and an enormous field at the bottom of the garden. She had a big "brother" to start with, then a younger "brother" to play chase around the garden.
At one time, Tasha, Leo and Benjy (from two doors up) used to play cat chess in the garden. One would sit on the bench, one on some steps, and one on the patio. Then one would move and the other two would move. Rather like in "Who's line is it anyway" with the sitting, standing, laying game. It was fascinating to watch.