These feral cats who hang out on our patio have become not only incredibly tame, but also incredibly fat as well. They are living La Dolce Vita on Paradise Island.
When we arrived here they were a mangy, scraggly bunch who would hunt down a small dog when they were really hungry. Now they let the pigeons and ring neck doves eat their food without batting an eyelash.
In the early days, we used to find blood and feathers on the patio as the kitties would take down the birdies that discovered that cat food is a fine free lunch. Now they can't even be bothered to bat an eyelash. You can see there thought process: "Live and let live. There is plenty more food where that came from."
They have morphed from self-respecting predators on the top of the food chain, to unemployed ghetto cats, continuously on the dole. The thing that gets me, is that they get genuinely annoyed when a human disturbs their 12 hour power nap.