As always, I recognized his swagger in the dark. Miguel was looking decent and he came up to me upon being called. He wouldn’t hop in the car so I carefully scooped him in, he’s still semi-feral which means he might bite/scratch/growl. When we got home, he knew the drill and I gave him a handful of dry food. Miguel was kind enough to pose for a couple photos. He wasn’t skin and bones yet he wolfed down what I gave him in 30 minutes, not a crumb left on the porch.
I hope to see him again and more frequently this year. Miguel is a sweet cat despite his rather rough edges.