Things always have a way of working out...be it fate or coincidence I dont know. The answer was brought to me in the form of a big black tom cat tonight(it is now 2:30am). Yes, he struck again, this time it was the poor little guy outside on my porch. He has hurt him. I took out food and warm milk(I know milk is bad for cats, but this is the exception) and he ate like a vacuum cleaner, while I sat beside him. I have the pet taxi made into a bed for him right out side the front door, and I'll sleep on the couch for as long as it takes. And I will rid that black cat now anyway I can.
My good boys(the ones that are allowed outside) have taken him under their wing and seem to be sitting guard for him. They never raised a hair on their tails when first meeting him. Max trotted by him at first, and I do believe he thought it was Oliver, because after he passed him, he suddenly stopped, twirled around and stared at poor little guy and then sniffed him. He's been 3 steps behind him there after and will just sit behind him when he stops. It's been very heart warming to watch, and very heart breaking at the same time. Poor little guy will be part of my fur family as will all the rest of the lost stray kittens that come to my door. As fate should have it.