We called him "Fleabag".
His turf is the parking under Montanejos' new bridge, which is the designated free-camping space for campervans. It's a jealously guarded space, and more than once we heard him doing battle with others who would try to steal the affections of the tourists.
Having this monopoly, and as he's very affectionate, he seems to do quite well for food without the need to bother any pigeons. Fleabag even got some chorizo out of us!
Sadly, he chose to stay in Montanejos rather than come travelling. Probably for the best, really, as we'd usually prefer to eat the chorizo ourselves.