We really do have another kitty.
No pictures yet, cos he's a shy boy.
But he is a proper little tuxedo cat, with a white bib and foots.
A nice assortment of toes.
He thought about a moustache, but he only put on one side.
He's got thick glossy short fur, and an attitude.
At the moment he thinks we kidnapped him and is frankly disgusted with our behavior, but that's just because Patricia was a good mommy to him.
I expect we'll win him over in the end.
I sat and read to him earlier and he blinked his way to sleep.
Pictures will follow as soon as he is willing to come out of the towel shelf, partially cleared out for his greater comfort.
Advice for the smooth transitioning of a yet another semi-feral fellow is welcome.