He showed up in our backyard at the end of April and didn't enjoy getting caught (I have a scar on my nose to prove it). The first couple of days he was so fear-frozen that he wouldn't leave his little box bed and kept wetting it. But once he figured out the litterbox (thanks to r/feralcats for suggesting to put some soil from outside in it), it was steady progress. 

He was living in our front foyer for quite a while, as we already have 3 adult female cats and wanted to give everyone lots of time to get used to one another. In the meantime, we removed a bunch of ticks, gave him a bath, had him vetted, vaccinated, and dewormed. He was so quiet at first, which I assume was a survival mechanism for a kitten living outside. But then we started hearing him yowling at night. We quickly realized this might not be fear or sadness, but him telling all the ladies he was single and ready to mingle. We had a teenaged boy on our hands, after all.

After his neuter and recovery, we started letting him join the rest of the cats for more and more time. The first night he accidentally spent out, we discovered he loves bread. Now that things are a bit more kitten-proofed, he's out all the time. 

He loves and idolizes his older sisters, though they seem to have mixed feelings as he's still learning to respect boundaries. He's learned all about being a housecat from them, though, picking up various behaviours from each of them. I think he's pretty ok with the idea now, especially all the delicious snacks, fun toys, and comfy sleeping spots that come with living indoors with humans. He seems to enjoy pets more and more (sometimes he still scampers away if he isn't in the mood), and he's sure not shy about using his voice now! 

Larry has come a long way, baby