She also makes direct eye contact. All the time. This is not a feral cat.
Well, OK, fine. But now we have a real problem. If she was feral, it would just be a matter of get her fixed and set her free. But she's not. She's been OK with me touching and handling her kittens since the first time I met her, so I guess she wants them to be with humans, but she does not want to be touched. I will say we've made progress and I can now sit two feet away from her, as opposed to the original six.
The kittens are still very fearful. I made a point today that they would only get to eat the wet food if I was in the room with them and talking to them. I find it telling they approached the bowl in the same order they were trapped. Dmitri, the little sensualist, cannot help himself and will dive in face-first. Ivan, the rationalist, would not eat until I PICKED HIM UP AND PUT HIM IN FRONT OF THE BOWL. Even then, all three of his brothers had to be eating before he'd bother.
Pavel is still the calmest kitten.
Carol (the neighbor who lent me the traps) came by this evening with a Moving Mouse toy that the kittens are in no way ready for. It will scare the bejesus out of them. I did play a little lazer-pointer with Dmitri earlier, but he was only willing to come so close.
Carol likes Alexi best. Pavel is my favorite, but Dmitri is a close second. Ivan is adorable when he's hiding behind something and looking at me. I think Alexi looks like a sugar-glider.
Mother cat meows more loudly and frequently when she can hear me in the other room. If I have my headphones on, she's more quiet. I think she's lonely in that room, but I can't spend all day in there with her. Plus, she could stop hissing at me. I'm hoping she'll calm down once she gets fixed.