So in he came (dad being home late tonight) and helped himself to a little more chicken and a lot more love. He wandered upstairs and down and we lost him for a while, eventually finding him fast asleep on my parents bed. We put him outside after a while and he came back in. Rinse and repeat. We did finally convince him to stay outside and when dad finally got home he wasn't around. Hopefully he went back to his own home.
What's the odds that tomorrow evening we open the back door and there will be the world's most affectionate ginger tom?