Feral or Not?

While driving with my ladies this afternoon, we made a wrong turn in Meridian, Idaho. I quickly made a U-turn at the end of the road and my eyes fell on a baby kitten sitting patiently, looking longingly into my soul for help. I was in a hurry as the ladies auditioned for GLOW (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling)in the backseat. I grabbed my phone and called the Humane Society in Boise. No answer. Proceeded to call the Nampa Humane Society and learned they can't do anything in the Meridian area. They referred me to Meridian Animal Control. I made the call expecting someone who cares to answer the phone. A women who I will call Marge, as she sounded like a Marge, said "Oh Lady, there are feral cats all over the city. Good luck catching them. We only do dogs." The kittens multiplied before my eyes. I counted 2,4, maybe even 6? Through the fence behind them lurked a larger black cat. Mama? I made a last desperate call to the Boise Humane Society again. They were little help as well as Meridian is out of there jurisdiction. They said that I could pick them up and bring them in for a fee.
I sat back while Stella screamed and Lily hopped from the front to the backseat in a single bound. I felt helpless and cursed my god-given cat allergies. What could I do? The kitties rollicked and played. Were they in immediate danger? Probably not. After a quick call to Pete we decided we would go back later this evening. I drove away feeling empty.
I made one more phone call to my dear friend and closest friend of the felines that I knew, Sarah Weber. I remembered a feral cat taking up residence in her backyard soon after our move to Boise. At the time, I thought Feral was an exotic feline breed and wondered why she would be in such haste to remove these priceless kittens from her property. She put my mind at ease when she shared the nature of a feral cat. The Mama Cat probably found this random street in Meridian to be the safest place to raise her brood. She was stalking the situation while I sat and pondered how to rescue her family when they may not need rescuing at all.
Though she is without an owner and the kittens are not licensed and fed Friskies, they are probably happy living day to day, depending solely on their survival instincts and nature.
I felt a kinship to the Mama Kitty as I remembered having my babies in our busy, errand filled chaotic life. How I wished then that I could hole up in a barn somewhere in a bed of hay to nurse and cuddle my infants. We are equipped with survival instincts, we could live free of the convenience and intervention of modern society. This Mama found a cozy, safe place for her kitties and they were probably just fine. They just need their Mom!
(still not sure what to do, though!!)