If it’s not bad enough to confront ordinary problems, one is confounded by problems we beget of our own making. Such is it with these three fellows.
A stray cat showed up, staying under our back porch. She went away, or so we thought, until one day we were ambushed by a snarling cat, protecting a litter of kittens. We trapped the mother and took her to animal control, because she was aggressive, but the kittens were too light to set the trap, and too fast to catch them all.
I had never seen kittens grow up, and grew rather fond over the circus act they put on every day. Time has gone by, and now they are almost cats. What should I do?