About 12 years ago (at least, maybe more), there was a cat hanging around my house that I thought was feral. Who, after several months, very slowly started being a little more brave and eventually let me pet him. Not too long after that, we had a really cold winter (Down to zero degrees) and we were afraid that he would freeze if he kept on living outside. We managed to trap him and set up a bed in the garage. He thought that was a great idea,and would sleep in the bed at night, then go back out during the day. After a while, he decided to see what was in the house, where we had 4 other cats. That was pretty much the end of his being feral. He stayed with us until he died a couple of years ago. The strange thing about him was that he absolutely loved Cheezits cheese crackers. He also loved to be brushed, and would drool when we brushed him.

I feed about ten/twelve ferals every night. I can't let them go hungry

Nicely said!!!!

I try to take care of the few ferals that are left in my neighborhood. Since the dog massacre last year, they are super nervous.