When I came home, I saw the Siamese kitten on the porch looking hungry. So I set the trap and voila! I caught me a kat! Right now he/she is still in the cage but I got it in Mom's room which is where Abby was sequestered. I'm thinking to let it calm down and then let it out. About the fourth time I stuck my finger in the cage, it sniffed it. Then twice later I was able to rub its forehead. So, not feral. But Siamese. They have the loudest voices! Whose idea was this again? Both Abby and Buddy were right up at the cage. I think Buddy was more, "what sort of evil plans do you think you're doing!" He's such a police man. Abby was alarmed. 16 months ago, it was her in that cage. She doesn't seem to have any PTSD though, and she leaned into my hand for an ear rub. Brindle? Pretending to sleep in through the racket. I think he would rather just read about it in a memo.