It's not funny anymore......

OK, it's really not funny anymore. Really.
Last night, I went out to feed Zorro, our outdoor kitty. You all remember him. He's the feral kitty we've been caring for since last July. You also may remember that he had a twin for awhile and I didn't know it. That kitty had to be euthanized, though, because he had issues.

I thought the switcheroo was over. I guess the joke's on me.

Last night, I went outside to feed Zorro. I was blown away when he started rubbing against my legs and acting all affectionate. Zorro spent the better part of 4 months running from me, and has only recently started letting me touch him. And that is only when he's eating. If I just walk up to him and try to initiate contact without the food, he wants no part of it. So I was a little confused. Then I got a good look at the cat and realized it wasn't Zorro. Zorro has really bright eyes....almost to the point of being creepy in the dark. This cat's eyes were more gray. It also was a little more plump. Here we go again....another black cat that seemingly has no home. On my porch. Wanting food. The only benefit is this one is friendlier. But this is getting ridiculous. All these black cats, and none seem to have a home. God has a funny sense of humor, that's all I can say about that. And I guess I'm going to have to start my own cat sanctuary.