We'd spoken to the neighbor about the feral colony that had taken up residence under his own shed, 10 houses or so up the road. Year-in and year-out, litter by litter. There'd be a lot of cats, then fewer, and then none. Or, almost none. Then a lot of them again. It tore Karen up to think of them out there, dying every winter. The neighbor said his sister knew some spay-neuter-release groups that could help. That was two or three litters ago.