Make that: twice again.
The trap is set!
Yesterday evening, there was a bit of a commotion out on the patio. Momcat?
Nope. Something about the right size, if not a tad larger, but a black and white cow-print cat. (I guess fancy-schmancy cat fanciers don't call it "cow print." Prolly got some highfalutin' name like "harlequin" or "roeselare.")
Anyway. Let the cowcat out, reset the trap, resume waiting...
This evening, there was a great commotion. From the trap, whereof the door was closed. Out with a flashlight, look under the cover...
It's as shaggy as Momcat, and at least as wild. Maybe wilder. Positively demonic, in fact. With glowing red eyes. And, um. Not so gray. More of a cream color, with gray vaguely Siamese-ish markings.
And no sign of Feral Ol' Mom's Smell.
Conclusion: what we have here isn't Feral Ol' Mom. It may in fact be Southmoon's Dad.
And so we release another wrong wild critter, and reset the trap for another try.
Assuming we've now met both her parents, Southmoon may make an interesting study in nature vs. nurture. She does have a certain wild aspect to her, but, at least with regard to two-legged people, is quite gentle and cuddly.
Update: in the paragraph above, after the phrase "two-legged people", insert "with whom she's familiar". I took the Barrel O' Monkeys to the office for a while Friday, then to a neighboring office for a few minutes, and Southmoon was quite skittish around the unfamiliar people, and even hissed at one who was trying to round her up. Meanwhile, Huckleberry was happily exploring, and Top Hat was mostly observing from a safe vantage point under a desk.