Buffy has warmed up to us quite nicely and while some of the other cats aren't quite sure whether he belongs here, they'll get over it. I mentioned that there had been another stray hanging around looking for food - a skinny, skittish black one - and that we hadn't seen it in a few days.
He/She was back today. I looked out the kitchen window and there it was, lounging under the Japanese Maple. I tapped on the window and it looked at me, but remained at rest. Buffy came to check it out, decided it wasn't worth much of his time and moved on.
It doesn't look all that skinny in this picture because cats sleep fat, you know, but take my word for it. There isn't much meat on those bones. The fur around its neck is coming out in clumps now, which may be due to some run-ins with some of the other cats, or maybe it's due to a health issue. In any case, its fate is still up in the air as long as it won't let us get close.
If people would just take care of their animals, we wouldn't have such things happening. While we have taken in needy cats for the last four years, we really only wanted one inside and one outside cat. Now we have nine altogether.