We had a stand-offish stray. One day he showed up and talked to and rubbed against Hubby. Hubby told me to get him some food. Of course, being the sucker I am, I did.
Another day, ditto, except he sprayed a chair. Hubby put a bed out for him.
Next time visiting, he had a flea collar and had been brushed. So, we fed him again and named him Bandit. We haven't seen him in a few days.
He's so cute. If he were mine, I wouldn't let him run around at night and would have him fixed.
PS This is the current status.