The next morning, the cat was still in the tree, so I went over there to evaluate it for myself. His entire time in the tree had been spent curled up in the same spot, and he had always been quiet and mostly motionless. He would not look or respond to me, so I thought he might be more feral than tame. Perhaps he is just very tired and enjoying the rest in a safe place. Perhaps he is ill and does not have the energy for anything else. Perhaps he is injured and is unable to climb or jump down.
The entire afternoon passed and night fell, and, still, no cat in the trap. A few hours after darkness, however, Mary told me he was securely in the trap, and we were both relieved. I decided to go right then to bring him down to the ground and hold him at my house overnight so I could feed him and get a good look at him. He acted neither feral nor tame. He remained mostly calm and unresponsive, and I just didn't quite know what to think about this boy. I wanted to check him for a microchip, but it would not be safe to reach my hand inside the trap to do so. I made him as comfortable and safe as I could and gave him some food to eat. He showed no interest in the food while I was there, but he did eat it while I was gone. At one point I noticed a small wound on his rear end, so that might explain why he was so quiet and unable to come down out of the tree.