For the first month or so we let Leia take care of the kittens who we named Obi, Wan and Kenobi. Yes, Star Wars fans, that genealogy doesn't make sense but it was one of the only three syllable names belonging to someone awesome. We weren't about to name our kittens after that new age emo villain. Anyway, Leia was fiercely protective about them and they were too young to be handled by anyone else. Soon, she started bringing them with her to introduce us. The kittens were initially prone to run off upon sighting us and were generally terrified of us. With time, they eventually warmed up to us and didn't scamper off upon sight.
As with their mother, the kittens' friendship with us was cemented when they made the connection between us and food. We started with milk and bread but as they grew older we started buying large amounts of cat food for the five hungry cats that surrounded us.
As the kittens got older we found ourselves in the position of pet owners. We had to do the responsible thing and get them vaccinated and neutered. This wasn't easy as cats don't take too kindly to being trapped in boxes when it's not their choice. We borrowed a cat trapping device from a friend and lured the cats in there with food. We started with Leia and then moved on the kittens.
In this process, Wan was too cunning and elusive to trap and transport to the vet. Han Solo has always been skittish and also eluded our attempts to catch him. As of now, Wan is off wandering the lands on his solo adventures. He'd always been the most apprehensive of the kittens and even the comfort and food of our house couldn't tame his wild spirit. We still see Han Solo on occasion, and Wan on even rarer occasions. I assume they are happy living and hunting by the code of the street cats, pride and testicles intact.
Fun Fact: A group of cats is called a clowder. Did you know that?
