We check the trap nearly every hour last night, and it was still empty this morning. I got up at twilight and made another route through the neighborhood. I refilled the trap with fresh food--I stopped at the pet store to buy his favorite of favorites.
When the humane society opens at 9, I'll drive over there again to look at the strays. And a good friend of mine offered to stop by two other shelters and look too.
I seems so hopeless. It's so hard being in limbo like this. I'll sign off as I'm crying again.