I can confirm that we have a gorgeous free-loader in our garden.
I was washing up, clanging and clattering as normal when a sleek black and grey tabby cat emerged from under the rose bushes. I opened the window and the skitty thing ran to the big tree, sat down and started talking to me. Meow. Meow.
He then disappeared only to return after dark when we threw tinned mackerel out the window.
He has no collar but looks well-cared for. Slim but not skinny. And frightened of us.
I’d be out hunting puddy tats if the rain stopped or I could find my wellies :o)