I've just finished a trapping job in a stray/feral cat paradise.
I normally have to trap feral cats and colonies in people's back gardens, or on industrial estates, supermarket car parks and, most frequently, by the communal bins of Council flats in Dagenham, This time I've been called to deal with a feral cat and kittens INSIDE a latin-themed bar in a very posh and achingly trendy part of London.
A cat somehow got in through the heating ducts they think and gave birth in an inaccessible part of the bar (they have half a caravan in one corner of the huge bar, which has been converted into a snug seating area, and she gave birth under that). The bar is full of interesting wooden structures they can climb up, fake plants everywhere, and gantries, supporting lights and more plants that criss cross the ceiling (from where they would sit and watch the customers when the bar was open). What more could kittens want? Warm, no predators, food provided and the best kitten playground ever. That mother cat really chose well. I almost felt guilty for trapping them and taking them away from all that!