Had a big old tomcat show up in our back yard years ago. Not a feral cat, as he was friendly enough. I suspect someone moved away and just left him behind. I resisted giving him anything to eat, hoping he’d go away, but you could just see him getting skinnier by the day, so we finally broke down and started feeding him. Even though he was a big-old boy, he still managed to get the worst of a couple of cat fights, and after a few trips to the vet to get his wounds treated, we decided he needed to be fixed, so that was it. He belonged to us now. He was the only cat we’ve ever had that was allowed to go in and out of the house as he pleased. It turned out that he had scoliosis, and if he were left out at night in the cold weather, he’d be laid-up nearly criple for a week, so we always had to try and go out and find him before bedtime and bring him in if it was going to be cold outside. He really turned out to be a lovable old guy and was a lot of fun to have around. He really didn’t care too much for our other cats, but he did have a habit of greeting our little black female cat by licking her on the top of the head sometimes when he would come inside and she would start sniffing him.
Dangit! The trap didn’t set. Ol’ Hobo is pretty skinny and this is a big old honking trap like you’d use for a racoon, maybe he doesn’t weigh enough to set it off.
I’ll try adding some ballast and see what happens when he comes around for the evening feed.