The feral kittens mostly ignored me when I sat on the porch for a while this evening. I'll take that as a sign that they've grown accustomed to my presence. I doubt they'll become friendly, but at least they've ceased to panic. They also appear to have ended their playful depredation of my jade plant. I no longer find bits of it scattered about the yard. It won't be necessary to invest in distracting cat toys simply to save the vegetation.
Still not caught up on sleep, due to nonagenarian drama.
I wish my weekends were still weekends.