They need good homes, or at least neutering.

We lost track of how many cats we’ve fixed in this neighborhood, but we’re definitely over 20. 35 kittens more or less taken out of there and fostered. Too many die along the way.

We foster kittens until they’re old enough to fix and adopt out. Adults get fixed, ear tipped, and released.

We've caught all sorts of critters with this thing, but we were always going after stray cats. We still have 3 "kittens" that just turned 6 years old last month. Our old neighborhood was like a dumping ground stray dogs and cats at one time. We were lucky to get ours at about 4-5 weeks old. They still have that "stranger-danger" feral streak in them, but they come up an cuddle with people they know. Good luck. I hope you get those kittens before it's too late.

Their mama called them and they came out into the alley to stare at me. Four of them—two tuxedo and two black. Maybe eight weeks old. They weren’t at all interested in the food, which may explain why they weren’t going in the trap and why their mama is so hungry.

I've heard that once they get passed the 8-9 week range it's too late to tame them. I'm sure that's not etched in stone though. I have fed older cats that eventually warmed up to me, but they probably were not feral. When we rescued our 6 year olds we were only able to get 4 of the kittens. There were actually 6 or 7 of them. We adopted one out right away and she got a forever home and still lives with her original adopter. He taught her how to play fetch with her toys. The ones we didn't get disappeared. We eventually caught the mom and got her fixed. She now lives in our old neighbor's yard. She's completely feral, but will hang out with you as long as you don't get too close. Anyway, I do wish you and the strays success. It feels really good to rescue them and find them homes.

The routine we’ve settled into is that twice a day I put out canned food in and around the trap. Mama cat immediately comes out, eats a couple of cans of Fancy Feast, and calls her kittens. Then she leads the whole crew back into the overgrown yard. The kittens aren’t eating the food. As near as I can tell, they’re certainly old enough to eat solid food, but they haven’t shown any interest while I’m watching. There are definitely four of them—two black and two tuxedo.

A little boy, surprisingly clean for a feral kitten—I’m used to dealing with fleas and maggots. He’s very fearful, but not hissy. Hasn’t eaten or used the litter box since I trapped him last night.

Three more kittens and the mama left to trap and mama is now very suspicious.