It’s almost August 17th. We are happy it is Black Cat Appreciation Day again. If you don’t know it, August 17th is the day when we show our appreciation for the often overlooked Black Cat. They deserve it.
In honor of these beautiful creatures, these are brief stories of all the black cats I am proud to say have owned me.
Black cats are the best. Zoe is my little black and white tuxedo kitty, and we love our little house panther very much. I went into an animal shelter “just to look at the kitties”, and fell in love with this cute little tuxedo kitty with white scalloped paws and a perky white chin. I wanted her immediately but had to wait until my friend got back from a trip. I hoped against hope that she would still be there when we could go and look again. Little did I know that black cats sometimes don’t get adopted as quickly as others. Of course, I am always drawn to how beautiful black cats are. Lucky for us, she was still there, so we took her home and introduced her to the gang where she remains today being her own, sweet, twitty self.
Jet was the beautiful Stray that showed up at our door and didn’t fight with Raja as he had done quite a few times before. I wrote quite a bit about him a few posts back. We started feeding him. And what on-his-own, neglected kitty could help but adopt us. He went from being a scruffy, battle worn, flea infested stray to a beautiful, sleek, very sweet member of our household who we loved very much. I’m so happy we gave this sweet, elderly boy a good home in his retirement years after what had obviously been a hard life. He was a true diamond in the rough.
Octagon was the elderly tuxedo kitty that I hadn’t initially thought of adopting because he was aging. I had just lost a beloved dog, and was afraid of the pain of losing another pet again so soon. Of course, I fell in love with this gorgeous, polydactyl, tuxedo kitty when I went to see his much younger sister. My son, who worked for a vet at the time, thought he looked in good health; so I adopted them both. After all, how could I resist this sweet, beautiful boy? And what was I thinking of separating them? He was probably the most beautiful cat who has ever owned me. And my fears of losing him too soon were allayed when he lived eight more years to the ripe old age of 21.
I have no pictures of the first black cat I ever had. I was 5 years old when my mother took me grocery shopping in a small, rural, Missouri town. They had all black kittens to give away, and mom let me have one. I named him Blackie. Of course, my dad brought home a puppy for me the same night. We didn’t get much sleep that night as the battles ensued in the basement. The puppy had a badly scarred nose which never grew back hair, but he and Blackie were the best of buds after that. They followed each other all over. Once my dad drove the car over Blackie’s tail, and he was scared of cars after that. He freaked when we moved into town and darted out the car door when we arrived at our new home. He roamed the neighborhood for a year, but would never come to us until one day I had the idea to take the dog with me. He came to his friend, and I managed to take him home where he stayed.
I can’t imagine what my life would have been like without these beautiful small panthers. I am only happy it has been enriched by them. And I am grateful for them.
Happy Black Cat Appreciation Day!
Please appreciate them and Adopt Black Cats!