It's quite possible that he's a distant cousin of Sugar, who was herself a stray when she showed up on our door a dozen or so years ago. He might also be a distant cousin of the cats we used to have—Sunni's litter— whose father was a big gray who wandered the area for a couple of years when we first moved here. I can easily imagine this cat being a descendant of that daring fellow who must have fathered at least a few dozen kittens in the neighborhood. It's likely he has hundreds of living descendants by now, scattered all over town. Ah, kitty promiscuity.
It was a nice afternoon for the kitty to be napping. I missed most of it myself, sleeping too late and then being stuck indoors doing early-in-the-month tasks on top of the usual Monday tasks. I didn't even get an evening walk in the back yard. Tomorrow afternoon will be used up, too, as I have an appointment to undergo massive oral invasion and torture, aka tooth cleaning. If I am forced to snarl at a stray kitty, I shall then do it with whiter teeth.