He comes to eat, but not everyday. He is quite handsome. If Ginger Baker (my over 12 years neutered but territorial male) is around, he chases him away if I do not get outside first. The rest of my cats (I have five altogether; three are rescues who showed up at my house and two are the offspring of one of them) avoid him. He is not thin, so he must be getting food elsewhere, as well.

He will let me touch him while he eats, but hisses and growls while I do. He knows, though, that I am the keeper of the food. He could sleep in one of the beds on the porch as my cats go into the garage since the weather has turned cold, but he won't.

There are many more serious things to worry about than a hungry feral cat who would like to be loved, but doesn't know how to allow it. Still, I sigh when I see him.