I've got one feral friend, he's pretty important to me. The 4 indoors stand in line behind him come breakfast. I can't afford the whole neighborhood so I pull his bowls when he's finished. He comes back and hangs out on the porch when he's due for a refill. The really bad days of Winter scared me but he's street-smart and knows where the love is. He's enjoyed the indoors and foot of the bed goodness, hope to snag him before the good months go bad...
