With extremely minimal headway on the cleaning (one load of laundry and an online shopping spree that resulted in 12 collars and 12 tags for each animal) and no captures, I'm giving in for the day.

Tomorrow's (or rather later today) trap setting is going to be different.  Hopefully it'll get warmer because I doubt the kind of cold that leaves frost on cars is conducive to catching kitties.  I read something somewhere (who knows where I get this crap while wandering the internet all night) that said to mix a can of tuna with a bunch of water and pour it all around, ultimately leading to the trap. 

Hey, I'm desperate.  I'll walk up and down the road pouring out gallons of stanky water if I have to. 

It seems like an eternity since I last saw him.  I ordered him a collar and tag.  I hope he returns soon to don the black velvet and rhinestone confection.  When you send good thoughts his way please leave out the whole collar thing—it might offend his sensibilities.

It's been 19 days.