I have been feeding a feral kitten gang for about two months that showed up in my backyard one day. It was Charlie, the big grey adult cat you'll see below(and have seen here before when he was younger--he's 2 now and huge), who called my attention to them and really wanted me to get them in. Though, being a cat, he was grumbly once they were really in his space rather than outside the window. Unlike most cats, that's as far as it got. He's kind of impressively chill.
Fix Our Ferals helped me with this. Click here to learn about their excellent volunteer work, and volunteer and/or donate, because they absolutely do great work. My own volunteer had successfully trapped 500 cats, and as she had to keep them briefly before their vet appointment, dealt with the first stages of their first time inside. They're surprisingly cool. They take them, have them fixed, checked out medically, given shots, bathed, de-flea-d, chipped, everything and for a very reasonable rate. A lot of ferals are in the Bay Area, and they're mostly peaceful, and sometimes colonize people's yards. People who are soft in head and/or heart about critters(at least, cute ones I don't eat) like I am feed them. They help prevent, at least, their being diseased and spreading it, and making more homeless kittens. More places should be like this.
These kittens, siblings, Roscoe (black), Chester (gray/white), and Marnie (blonde sort of tabby/calico) are just under 6 months old, which fortunately means they can stop being feral with the right encouragement, which I succeeded in giving them till they were ready to come in(the fleas were the main thing--Charlie is not an outdoor cat, and doesn't need to have them back). Both the boys, at least, have, which is good because these kittens survived together before they got to me and are very close-knit.
They had gotten very non-feral by the time I got them(though one, the girl, still prefers outside for now), and none at all while the volunteer had them, so I've adopted them. Absolutely unimportant and probably clickbait.
Your Cat Grayscale Guide 2015 :Chester, Roscoe, Charlie (counterclockwise)
I swear to god I didn't pose the brothers this way. They were just sitting aligned just like this when I walked into the room...
...and as I passed them they both did this of their own accord. They do things like this a lot.
Roscoe, who had protected the other two till they met me
Marnie, a shy but pretty little girl with an apparent crush on Charlie, who(like them all) is now fixed with her shots and no fleas thanks to FIX OUR FERALS, and Charlie. She's not inside yet; she doesn't want to be. Roscoe was out with her most of the day but came in eventually. She'll take a day or two.
Chester, named by my kind and generous friend Angie in honor of her own departed cat, who stayed in all day. He likes the soft life and adapted right away, in every way, and is trying too hard to ingratiate himself with Charlie.
"Eternity in the company of Beelzebub, and all of his hellish instruments of death, will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me & this pencil." --E. Blackadder, 1789 Questionable
words & pictures from John Linton Roberson