neighborhood feral

That neighborhood feral cat was back yesterday.

He made some not-so-nice mrows, and did not come close enough to where I could smell him. I went to the door when my human went out to say hello, but I did not get to go outside.

My human left some food for him on the porch and under the tree. He tells me that the food under the tree was gone this morning, but he does not know if the cat ate it or not.

He looks like he would look prettier if he let some human pet him and brush him. This is an old picture of him (January '15). I wonder if he might be Binx's father.