Here are some better pictures of the "night time, bird bath-drinking" cat. Now you can see how beautiful he really is. I have named him "White Stuff" instead of just calling him (or her) the cat. What a difference between the night and day pictures, eh?
When I looked outside the next morning (after taking those night time pictures), at first I didn't see him-----he just seemed to blend in with the rocks. But soon I realized there was an extra rock out there and investigated more closely and saw him. He let me get pretty close to take these pictures.
My sister says he is a cross between Siamese and a striped cat.