That same feral mama cat, whom we feed but we have been unable to catch -- we have caught and neutered or spayed several other feral cats in the neighborhood-- just had kittens again this fall. There are three. I have managed to catch two of them.
Of those I have caught, one is a male and the other is female. The female is totally black, not a spot of white or any other color. The male, who has a personality kind of like Topo (his half brother), is a fireball. I plan to keep him. The other one we are socializing and I plan to have it spayed, get it shots and give it away to someone who would take care of it. I hope to catch the third one too, but it is hard to do.
These are the first photos of the one I plan to keep. This is Mr. Tigrotto Tartufo. All of our cats have Italian names. Literally that is tiger cub-mushroom or truffle. Rolls off the tongue better than it reads literally. I was going to name the cat Tartufo, then the wife told me what he would, in fact, be called. So I put my choice of a first name as a middle name. Topo was the same situation, where I got to give him a middle name only. His name would have translated as little mouse-volcano.
The photos below, including the lunch break, are part of the rigorous on-the job-training last weekend. This cat is also learning to get along with Nutsy, who is at this point still assistant manager and CFO of King of the House, Inc.
This kitten looks like an angel, but he is a hellion. I think he is about eight weeks old.