Since there were two cats at first, I named them Moe and Larry. Well Larry is no longer with us but Moe has gotten to accept me as a food source. When he came up on the bottom back porch, I approached him with a can of moist food. He let me stand near him as he ate. Next few days I did not see him but continued to put out dry food. Then he appeared under the box bush and I took a can out and fed him again. This time I put my hand down and he smelled my fingers and let me rub him on his head. Last evening he came as I yelled "Moe, Moe, here kitty kitty. " and it was from the direction of the dutch barn . Maggie wants to chase him and I keep telling her that no one wanted him and he was cold and hungry.
I know I fed him so now he is mine but I could not let him starve.
The kitty justice is to get him tame enough to take him to the vet to check him out.