Well, there are the Feral Brothers:
Here he has had regular meals for about two weeks, so you can't quite make out every rib anymore.
I am allowed to come within about three feet of him in order to put down a plate of food.
And he knows his name.
His even more feral brother (I think) only steals food when he thinks I can't see.
I hope he is stealing more than I am seeing.
We think of him as Toby.
Our cats really don't mind them at all.
Wofie and Sisko will have nothing to do with each other, and if they meet face to face immediately start with the Cat Opera.
Sisko likes Loper.
Molly really, really – I mean really – likes Loper.
She hangs out with him in the yard.
And comes up to eat with him.
He lets her eat first, and sits and watches, doting.
Our theory is he doesn't know she's neutered, and is waiting.
The plan is to see if the Fix Our Ferals people will help trap and fix the Brothers.
(Mostly I just don't want the boys to think I had anything to do with it….)
Oh, and there is this guy too.
That's the back apartment window.
Nikki isn't allowed out, but he wants to come play with the big guys out back.
My own guys are all thriving, except Silmi whose years seem to be catching up with her.