Always been a cat person. I’ll post up some photos when I have a chance to convert them from my phone.
We have 4 feral-born beasts right now. All born by the same queen, 2 different litters, 1 year apart.
Fairly certain the father was different.
We started feeding the Mom, Lucky, a feral Calico who came along and was hunting in our yard and garden when she was just past being a true kitten, still pretty small.
She didn’t really want to get to know us. Lucky will occasionally sniff our finger when we feed her, but will absolutely not tolerate any attempt at touching. Roughly 1 year older than our beasts, she sadly is showing signs of nose cancer and has recently lost an eye.
We trapped her once after the third litter of kittens and got her fixed. She will not go near a trap now.
And so we care for her as best we can, respecting her right to exist as she wants. There is plenty of food here when she comes along, and sometimes she shelters under our breezeway, deck or under the little house our landlord built for his second wife.
Otherwise, she lives in a hay shed next door, I think.