A year ago last Christmas I trapped one of the strays in front of my house, expecting to take him directly to my vet for neutering. However she was on vacation for a week. So for a week the cat sat in a large cage. Every time I would try to feed him or clean his litter box, he would growl at me. It sounded like a low hum. So I named him Hummer. He got to the vet and was released onto my porch, where he visits often.

Another front porch cat is Pretty Boy Floyd. He too had to spend a week in the cage. He has a very pretty, sweet face, but attacked my hand every time I tried to give him his meds in wet food. Pretty, but very dangerous. He has taken up residence on my front porch but keeps his distance (about 2 feet from me).

Mooch was doing just that when I took him in 5 years ago. Now he's an overweight couch potato.