Some neighbors and I would get the safe traps from animal shelters and catch feral cats (there were a lot of them in the complex) and get them fixed. One time even caught an old, grizzled, and very pissed-off opossum. I thought for a second about taking him in to get fixed, but I followed my personal rule of, "If it makes me giggle for more than 10 seconds, I shouldn't do it." 
My two cats (have had them five years) were feral kittens living under my patio slab that I caught when the mom was away. There was a third kitten, but I couldn't catch it though I think it was eventually caught when it got older and was semi-tamed by several neighbors who all fed him (fat happy kitty). Mine are white and black with black masks around the eyes so one is Kemo and the other is Sabe.
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