Neighbor E. had a great plan involving letting Ti(g)ger eat at her house like he normally does and letting us catch him that way. Tig(g)er had other plans, though, and when Beatrice's Mom came over to hang out, she pointed out "Hey, there's a cat in that trap." And there was indeed-- a rather angry Tig(g)er who started throwing himself against the edge of his crate, poor kitty. He settled down quickly once the cover was atop, and he's now awaiting pick-up with the other three.
That leaves Paint and Pigpen. It figures that my nemesis would, once again, refuse to cooperate. But it's only 8:30, so we shall see.