Smokey

We've had a visitor lately.  Zach named him Smokey.  The cats hate him, Luke has no idea he exists, and I feel so bad for him. 

Smokey is a cat that keeps coming around.  He's grey and white, kind of small, very cute.  It's been about a month.  He spends a lot of time on our deck terrorizing the cats as he sunbathes on the chairs.  Scooter gets very upset, Knuckles gets jealous that he's allowed to be outside. 

When Luke and I go out back he comes around, not right up to us, but definitely makes his presence known.  We come home and he's in our front bushes or the yard, almost like he's waiting for us.  It's so sad. 

For the past week we hadn't seen him so we thought he found a home, but tonight in the rain he was back.  On the deck and sneaked into the garage while Zach was taking out the trash.  My heart sank.  BUT we can't take in another cat.  Our house is already packed - two cats and a baby.  Come on now, its really not an option. 

He doesn't look skinny, so someone is feeding him, but I still don't think he has an owner.  Poor Smokey.