Peanut is a feral cat, born and lived outdoors for four years.  She was cared for by a fellow cat lover who wishes to remain anonymous.  So we'll just call her  "Peggy."   Peanut had seven litters over the four years. Most of which she would drop off at Peggy's house when they were three to four months old because she was already "with kitten" and due any day. Apparently she would birth her kittens under the neighboring house. Peggy called it the nursery. Although Peanut did not seem to be afraid of Peggy, she never got close enough for her to catch.  Fortunately Peggy was able to find homes for most of Peanuts kittens.  That is until the last batch. One of Peanut's kittens had kittens and since she was so young herself it was easy to catch her and her new babies. Peggy took them all in they were adopted by a college school teacher.

Well Peanut, decided she needed a new place to unload her current three kittens that were about four months old, because she was once again due any day with a new litter.  The only thing I can think of is she was insulted by Peggy taking in the other kittens and she no longer wanted to bring the kittens to her. So she brought them to me. I was also feeding  outside cats at the time one of which being Frankie, the sweet Siamese someone chose to discard. Though I knew Peanut, she had never come to eat by me before and now she would come to eat with Frankie. I guess she felt safer with him around. After about a  month I was able to pet her. In the meantime I caught the three kittens, Miss Hiss, Handsome, and Tafuti. They were all adopted. I eventually was able to lure Peanut and her new kittens into my porch along with Frankie. To make a long story short. I once again adopted out the kittens and even Frankie got a home with a wonderful man. I was left with Peanut who no one adopted. I had her spayed of course and was able to pet her and pick her up after many months.  Now after a year Peanut adapted very well to being an inside cat,  though she  she did accidentally get out of the house due to a torn screen. (I suspect foul play there, but that's another story.) But she did come right back in that evening.

Peanut now seems to be very happy I have a little song I sing to her sing her,  I call it the Peanut butter cup song.  Well, she seems to like it.

 It just goes to show you that with patience and love a feral cat can change if given a chance

By the way all of the above mentioned cats and kittens can be viewed on the photo gallery page.