....I spoke too soon.
On the very afternoon of the morning when I typed that we hadn't seen the gray/white stray cat for such a long time, he came back. Not only back on the property, but all the way up on our porch. Looking for food, no doubt, but he didn't get anything. Both Mickey and Gatsby chased him off the porch, which had all three of the cats out there screeching. The gray/white cat ran off towards the barn, Gatsby stood guard by the steps of the back deck, and Mickey went into the garage to hide under his little cat-tent.
Inside the house, Sweet Pea ran into the kitchen to look out the screen door to see what the commotion was about, and Savannah ran to the door of the TV room, barking for all she was worth, which I'm hoping scared the gray cat away. For good this time.
It never ends out here with animals... always something out there which either doesn't belong or isn't needed on the property.
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