Maybe friend, maybe a brother, or one of her grown up kittens?

Whatever their relationship is, they do look alike. Except the last few inches of his tail aren’t black, can you see it?

Even when he is in blur-motion, while checking to see if my phone is edible.

She hissed at him a little, and kept her distance as pictured. But he cares not at all about her opinion of him! I think she was a bit miffed that someone else had my attention. And my chicken. 

New boy kitty is very vocal and dirty (you can see here that his white feet aren’t very white). He definitely has ear mites, likely other parasites as well. Looks like I’ll need to buy two doses of Advocate next time we are at the vet! 

Worryingly, he is a lot less afraid of cars and big trucks than he should be; like Piggy Peggy is, and any outdoor cat should be. In a year, I’ve seen two black and white cat corpses in the road in front of where I believe Peggy calls home. 

He is also definitely not neutered, either. Easy to tell with the lads. Dammit. He wasn’t afraid of me one bit after I gave him part of my lunch, and even let me pick him up and put him on my lap. He hung out with me by flopping on the ground beside my chair after the food was gone and he no longer cared to be loved on. Unlike Peggy, who always wanders off to do cat stuff.

There is a third cat around, too. A huge pure white tom who wants nothing to do with me. Likely daddy to most if not all of Peggy’s kittens. Maybe her daddy, too. Yuck.