and they're still here.
The three feral cats that we trapped and fixed last summer (right before July 4th) are pretty much permanent fixtures now. They don't have names; we generally refer to them as the outdoor cats or the backyard cats. Twice a day they show up and request food, but they keep a bit of distance. The smaller one in the background of the shot above is the young female, who is the bravest. She comes in the back door and looks into the kitchen if we don't put food out quickly enough. Orange Boy is very offended by this invasion, so he screams at them, but they're really not intimidated.
I've watched him try to play with Orange Boy, and he's rather fond of catnip toys. The mom, who seems as cranky as she looks, likes a catnip toot as well.
This is what happened to the first catnip toy I gave them:
Beware of wild animals with no tolerance for the weed...
Sometimes random strays show up and act like they're angling to be the next Big Daddy, but mainly it's about poaching food. The outsiders usually are too wily to be trapped, and they never stay for long.