While Mop is my official pet, there are several feral and semiferal cats who hang around, fed by me and the next-door neighbors. Since I'm away so much and they do more of the feeding, I do the vet stuff. When I can. BC, the elderly tab walking away, is tame enough to be grabbed and put into a carrier and taken in for regular checkups. MJ, the very tough tuxedo facing the camera, is way too feral to ever catch again, I fear, but we did get him into a wildlife trap once and took him to get neutered and get shots. Dr. Dre, the longhaired black cat, wears a collar and may be just a super mooch, so we haven't taken him in yet.
ETA: You could probably guess this, but in spite of the size and strength differential, BC, the little female, beats them all on attitude. Nobody eats until she's finished.
They're known collectively as the Clean-up Committee:

ETA: You could probably guess this, but in spite of the size and strength differential, BC, the little female, beats them all on attitude. Nobody eats until she's finished.
They're known collectively as the Clean-up Committee: