Why, it's Mr G!
He had obviously plucked up courage and come in through the living room window and straight to our room grille.
He was asking to come in.
Well, much as I wish I could, but I can't. Can you imagine the havoc it would create in the room if Mr G came in? Cow and the rest of the males would start spraying everywhere, a fight might just break out, etc. All feline-hell would break lose, so I'm sorry, Mr G, you can't come in. Not yet, at least.
I gave him food instead. But he had already had dinner just now, at the Stargate.
Never mind, another small snack won't hurt a big cat like him. That's the least I could do, as a host.
See that little paw sticking out of the grille?
That wound behind the ear is bleeding a bit again. It might need some iodine tomorrow, but normally it would be dry the next day. Been checking on it every day when he comes.
Mr G finished the snack, stayed for awhile, and went on his way.