The strange thing is that at the old house, the Pervert didn't allow strange cats in his YARD, let alone on the porch, in the doorway, and then...in the house itself. On Tuesday, the B&W parked himself on the deck and the Pervert just sat there on the other side of the sliding glass door, looking at him. Not looking threatened or anything...just looking at him.
Then, yesterday when I got home and opened the door to let the cat out, it was more of the same. Just looking at each other on either side of a doorway with no door in the way. Finally, the B&W came in. Here's a thing about him: he's only got three legs. His back left leg is missing at the hip. It doesn't look mangled, and his fur is thick and healthy-looking, so I can't help but think that he's somebody's pet. But whose? I was astounded that the Pervert let this other cat in. Let him walk around, eat some food, probably use the litterbox. And then the B&W lay down on the rug no more than two feet away from the Pervert and the two of them just did that cat trance thing where they're not sleeping, but they're in...I dunno....energy save mode or something.
So, this cat is walking around our house like he owns the joint. The Pervert is letting him do it. The only thing I can think is that this cat used to belong to the former tenants of the house (the ones who took not just the mailbox but the pole and the concrete as well) and they just left him here. A poor three-legged cat. And the Pervert isn't worried because he knows that the other cat was here first. He's been hanging out in another cat's house.
We've decided that if he belongs to the house, he belongs to the house. He won't let us touch him (the Pirate tried, who knows why), but he doesn't seem inclined to leave as long as there's food to be had. The Pirate has decided to name him Tres.