Well I did it this time....

I had a client call me and tell me that they had five kittens from a feral in their neighborhood, would I be willing to foster them. I asked how big they were and she said they were still tiny, so I agreed. Well she brought them in a large metal dog crate in the back of a pickup truck (no shell), so they were very stressed out. They are about 4 months old and very wild (one of them got my hand good carrying the cage into the clinic). I have separated them with 2 in 2 cages and the worst one in a cage alone ( he was making the rest worse). Anyone have any methods for taming kittens that has worked well for them in the past? I sit in front of the cages and talk to them and makes sure that they understand the food and water come from me, I also got them some toys for each cage and an interactive one to play with them with. 4 of them I can pick up (though they hate to be held) and pet, one will even talk to me, but the one kitten is very wild so I am open to suggestions.

Zoey was feral.. the shelter spent time with her alone daily so they said ... I make sure to socialize her and not pick her up unless nessarry she acts badly ...

I sit and talk to this one, and put his cage in a central location so he is part of whatever is going on in the house, but I have to wear an oven mitt to get his food dish and litterbox. I have another tech who is going to take one or two of these guys so we can spend more time with them.

Ah, my mum fostered a feral cat, Tabitha. She was blimmin evil for months and months. The only time she would ever let us fuss her was if we woke her up, and then we had a window of about 3 mins to give her some love. She peed all over the house, climbed the curtains, climbed our legs, scratched all the time - she was literally a nightmare. Anyway, my mum ended up accepting defeat, and being a little cat soppy, she talked to Tabs about the decision she had had to come to, intending to take her to a shelter the next day.

When we got up the next day, Tabs was sitting outside the bedroom doors, happy as larry. She followed my mum to the bathroom and sat with her until she had had a shower. She miaowed and purred around my mum all morning, and when my mum sat down to drink her coffee, Tabs jumped up on her knee and stayed there quite happily, purring away. It was unbelievable, and i am convinced that she knew what was going to happen that day. She became the loveliest, sweetest cat ever,my mums complete favourite.