With several days away planned, I have put a large amount of kibble out for the single stray kitten left, and perhaps its mother. HISTORICAL: When I spotted two of the latest litter of three kittens sunning themselves at the back glass door, I decided to put food there, in the hope that over the next few weeks they would become tame enough for me to touch, handle, and pick up, with a view to taking them to a cat shelter for rehousing. My impediment to date has been severe time stress, while being unhappy with the suffering they must have had, at least intermittently, despite having their mother with them.