As for the other Rs, the petite R3 is quite friendly. Though she has stayed with her siblings, she sweetly yearns to come live with us, and is in fact less guarded than some of our housecats.
The crafty R5 eluded us until the spring morning when her two very young kittens, Stella and Stanley, made their colony debut. (Though it was his birthright, we reserved but didn't bestow the "R6" designation upon Stanley since he was half of a package deal.) Using the two young 'uns as bait, we were able to entice R5 into a carrier. The reunited family spent a few months in a foster home until the kittens were weaned and ultimately adopted.
R5 rejoined the colony, but remained aloof. As summer rolled in, the alley cats fully claimed their territory. They languished about, catching rats and hiding in overgrown gardens. Traps were set for a particularly intrusive raccoon, and all the sensible cats avoided them. R3 and R5, of course, did not.
After some initial drama, which required familiarizing the homeowner and the commercial trapper with our muncipally-sanctioned TNR program and laws regarding free-roaming cats in managed colonies, both were released.
The raccoon eventually was caught under the homeowner's kitchen sink. The August drought combined with a deficit of vacant buildings in this gentrifying neighborhood drove the desperate creature to the only water supply available. We were relieved when the next neighbor with a resident raccoon contacted an exclusion-only wildlife specialist.
Lately R3 has become quite buoyant, plunging her head under our elbows and jumping down to strop our ankles. R5 isn't that cozy yet, but she's far less frosty, even gaining the courage to gently tap our arms if the food doesn't appear quickly enough or is not to her liking. Someday we hope these two companions can be placed into an adoptive home together.