I know much of this bears out common perception of cats, but I really must cone to the defense of SOME felines. For a little over a year, I housed 37 cats—all the result of what I thought were two males, who eventually had what I thought were three males, who eventually had kittens and grand-kittens, most of whom I was sure were also males. Most were prototypical cats; but three were exceptions: Ritalin (never sure of the sex) understood exactly what to do about food and using the litter box (so young that he/she had to climb into it), coming when called, following me around the house. Cal convinced me to get a basket ready for the birth of her three (males of course). She hopped in and immediately birthed. She seemed to avoid one of the kittens, so I pushed it toward her, and she removed the sac envoloping him. He, who transgendered later in life, was never fully “there,” unable to walk gracefully or judge jumps, but lives happily with one of my daughters. Cleo, who was actually a male, bearded foxes, racoons, other cats, and dogs and came from wherever he was (outside or in) the moment I called him. He also meowed “hello” when he wanted out. The others found good homes with family and friends, but those three were incredibly dear.
I think you need to have all of your cats fixed. Males and females.
Even then I think you would somehow find more kittens in the pile.