A friend told me about a feral mother cat and two kittens on her patio, and asked if I’d like a kitten. I had just lost my much loved cat of twenty years, so I agreed. By the time I got there, the mother and one of the babies had gone. Only one kitten was left (about a month old).
I tried to pick it up. The cat seriously ripped my hand and arm. Last time I thought of feral as cute.
He only went into the trap once...when we caught him to vet and neuter him. His memory was keen...no matter how hungry he was, he would NEVER enter that trap again.
Of course, if I had somebody take my family jewels after catching me, I wouldn't go in either. LOL!