The Return of the Mysterious Black Cat

Yesterday I went to pick my little brother and his friend up from school, which happens to be right next to Lighthouse Field. We took the long way home, and walked very quietly (well, as quiet as two fifth-grade boys can be) along the edge of the field, looking for cats. Right near the kitty-watering hole I had discovered the day before, my brother spotted the same black cat. This time he was hunting, and he mostly ignored us. My brother tried to get a little closer to get a better look, but then his friend tried to follow, and the cat ran away. However, the fact that we saw this cat out hunting in broad daylight means that he's had some time to get used to people. He's obviously been living there for some time, and most likely is fed by someone. In fact, I bet he has a name. Anyway, since I saw him twice in that same area, I know I have found the prime cat territory.