That's three days without any sign of Leo. He grew up in my backyard and I don't think he's been absent more than a few hours at a stretch since his cat-mom carried him in by the scruff of his neck. This is not a happy development.
Yella Dog hasn't reappeared, either, so I guess the Animal Control officer found him.
I do still have one food-station customer--Mickey, the cream-colored shorthair feral. He popped out of the pampas grass this morning looking for breakfast. Leo always chased him off and/or tried to pick a fight with him, so Mickey got to eat the whole bowl of food this morning uninterrupted.