“Whitey”? Uh, NO.
It is Wraith-Kitty. Two COTHers have said so. 
Gorgeous kitteh.
Here is the Alley Cat Allies web site:
http://www.alleycat.org/
They have a directory that can tell you if they have an affiliate in your area. They do TNR and specialize in ferals.
He looks like a Jack to me. Of course, you could always give him a name worthy of the dark side another COTHer has just welcomed you to (and I second it 
).
Anyone who brings home Fancy Feasts for Ferals rather than the feed store brand of dry is definitely a CatMama.
Welcome to our world, you have been here in spirit all along! 
(You could always name her Shades.) Or October.
Welcome to the dark side !
While I appreciate Wraith it does seem masculine in nature and I do find the simple irony funny in Whitey.
Halloween happens to be my most favorite of holidays a few other spooky and spectacular kitteh names
Spector
Sinister
Hex
Skitter
Brew
Coven
Poe
Bram
Rosemary
Morrigan
Tituba
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Well, the best way to get rid of the cat is to catch him and take him to the vet, spending hundreds for vaccinations and neutering. :winkgrin:[/QUOTE]
You’d think that. My veterinarian mother did this with quite a few tom cats that ended up at our place (ferals that wandered to our place from a crazy cat house down the road). She figured she would let them loose after the ordeal & that they would take off to their original colony.
everyone of those buggers LOVED the woman to the point of creepiness. None of them ever left, set up shop on our porch or barn, ate & hung out with the other cats, simply lived to get even a glimpse of her walking out to her car.
I’ve probably told this story before here but a good black cat thread calls for a re-telling.
Someone dumped two young black kittehs at our farm. Old enough and around enough at mealtime for me to determine one was male, one female. Couldn’t touch or catch either one. The male at least stayed very close – the female ran if you looked at her. They came and went for about two weeks. We called them the stealth kitties.
Then one night I was getting a carrier ready for a morning trip to the spay/neuter clinic for yet another barn cat, one we had gotten intentionally before the blacks arrived. And oddly enough, that night one of the blacks, I assumed the male, let me catch him and put him in the handy crate. In the morning I called the clinic, asked if they could fit in another neuter and dropped him and our other cat off.
It was a very early morning dropoff so I had to go home and feed. Opened the barn door and there was the male stealth kitty! Uh oh, I felt so dumb. Immediately called the clinic and had to leave a message on their answering service that I was so sorry, mistaken gender, female/spay not male/neuter. And please to call me back if that couldn’t be accommodated.
Didn’t get a call so I returned at the appointed time for pick-up. Again apologized for the unplanned spay. The woman said yes, she had gotten my message but didn’t really understand because the black kitteh I had brought in was definitely male! In front of a full waiting room I exclaimed, “so who the heck IS he?” Needless to say no one could answer that.
We named him Bond, the ultimate stealth cat. He probably arrived the night I caught him… some welcome! The female moved to the next farm and the original stealth male lives in our landlord’s barn. And Bond, whoever the heck he is, has moved in for good. He was barn cat #6. A lowlife tenant abandoned his cat this past spring; he is lucky number 7. Just like potato chips, they are.
Good luck with the wraithlet, Crone!
Oh, we have spent hours thinking of names. Here they are:
Black Kitty
Momma Kitty
Big Gray Kitty
Little Gray Kitty
The Three Amigos (black brother kittehs)
Snowshoe Kitty
that doesn’t add up to 10 cats, so we just use Black Kitty or Gray Kitty.
