Feral. She lives under my back deck. On to the third generation, dating back to 1999. They want nothing to do with us, but tolerate us when we put tuna out for them in the dead of winter. We don't often see the mother/daughter together often, only once this year. We seem to be the winter grounds for them as they migrate in summer to other hunting grounds on the street. Like clockwork they show back up in fall.