*sigh* Well, I tried . . .
Driving down to southern illinois late on Sunday night, I stopped at Green Creek rest stop just north of Effingham, IL. As I pulled in, here was a positively ADORABLE little fluffy white thing with tan ears and tan tail. She looked to me as if she were nearly full grown, but still kitteny - maybe a few months old. She also looked so clean and neat, that I feared she was a recent "dump" or "escapee."
I tried calling to her, and she showed immediate signs of being interested, but still wary. I went in to the vending machines and bought an ice cream bar so I could try to lure her toward me with food. I broke off chunks of ice cream and tossed them her way - she was adept a chasing after the food like a dog waiting for its stick to get tossed, so she was clearly not new to this routine.
Even though I gave her several "pieces" of melting ice cream, she remained too cautious of me, and I wasn't able to coax her to come any closer than a few feet. So I started to get seroius, and made some honest attempts to really grab her. She was so IRRITATING . . . managing to stay just out of my reach, and yet not running off for good, as I"m sure she could have easily done. She kept running off to a distance of about 10 feet away, taunting me.
I guess I had a fantasy of scooping her up and taking her home, posting on craiglist about her, trying to see if I could find her rightful owners in any way by means of the internet.
But alas, after 20-30 minutes (i totally lost track), I gave up and went on about my way.
Then it dawned on me, hey, I'd be comign back that way the following day on my return trip. . .
So while I was in Southern Illinois, I loaded up on some canned cat food and tuna. In order to hit the same south-bound rest stop, I had to go 30 miles out of my way . . . going 10 miles too far, turning back, and then on to the next turnaround . . . and it was raining so I was just sure there was no way she would be out in the rain . . .
But I did it anyway.
As I pulled up, she was nowhere to be seen. I put out one can of food underneath a picnic table where it woulnd't get rained on, then squeak-called after her, no sign of her, so I went inside to teh bathroom.
When I came out, what should I find but an adult calico cat!

Aaaahaa, my eyes are starting to open. Little kitten isn't all by herself, and is not a recent dump. I started to figure calico was probably momma.
So I sat by calico, who was even more skittish and definitely not going to let me get her. Eventually kitten joined us. And over the next 30 minutes or so, I tried my best to coax them with my three cans of cat food and half a pouch of tuna. I got really close to the kitten, but my best and only attempt at a grab resulted in the fastest cat maneuver I've ever seen in my life. She was spring loaded and ready to go.
When I was about to pack up (picking up my empty containers), here came a maintenance worker dude. I coudln't resist, and asked him if he knew their history. Well, I got an earful . . . yes calico is the momma, and baby is the last of four that were born this spring, seems to be doing fine . . . the employees who care for the rest stop keep some cat food on-hand, and put shelter out in the winter. He said if he ever gets ahold of either of them again, he'll at least take care of the spay\neuter, so that made me even happier.
*sigh*
Well, at least I tried. And when I left they were doing the full-belly-now-its-time-for-a-bath thing, so they were pretty happy.