Country compromisin

There is a cat residing in my country home and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. 

Boo, was originally one of two cats that I received as a "gift" for "myself" from Eli for Mother's Day last year.  The two cats together were outside cats ONLY.  They slept in a heated bed in the garage, ate outside and managed to make it through the sub zero temps of last winter.  One night this summer the second cat never came home, I suspect he may have been victim to the circle of life that we a subject to.  Although we do have a crazy neighbor who likes to shoot his shotgun at all hours of the night for no apparent reason!   What I like to think though, is that Mike found a girlfriend and now is living with her and their dozen kitty children in cat paradise.  That's what I tell Eli anyway.

Shortly after Mike, umm came up missing Boo learned to use the damn dog door.  Now this is the same cat that we watched scale a 30 foot tree to retrieve not one but four baby birds on four different trips only to bring them down to earth one at a time to "play".  So basically we had to lock big Jack in or out to keep the outside cat out.  Are ya staying with me? 

I assumed cats were always up in your business, on the kitchen counters, sleeping in your laundry, and using an indoor litter box, ugh.  This cat is totally different.  He is stealth.  He is nearly invisible.  He is a ghost of a cat - how appropriate for October?   He likes to stay inside but he doesn't like us to much.

I think he is also bipolar.  I like you, dont touch me.  I see you, don't look at me.  I need you, don't talk to me.  I think the only person who actually picks up this cat is Eli, and that occasion is very rare.  Once in a while when I get up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water I can feel his glowing golden eyes upon me.  I never see him and I certainly don't hear him bu I know he is there, watching, waiting....