I love black cats! First there was Zorro, a little hitchhiker picked up one cold and rainy September morning long ago. Only about 9 weeks old, he was stranded on the median strip of a 4 lane highway. I stopped traffic to scoop him up and he lived with me for 20 years. I have never been so adored by an animal, whether I deserved it or not.
Now there's Roy, 'King of the Cowboys" Cat. What a pistol! Spirited and full of energy. His middle name is "Get Down." He showed up in the flower bed after the floods of 2008. Another gift from the Universe.
This month's ATC exchange is all about superstition and I just had to feature a black cat and the wonderful quote by Groucho Marx: "A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere."
It's almost Halloween...... do you know where your black cat is?
Love the Groucho quote ;)
ReplyDeleteWe had several black cats growing up-they were so sweet.
Take care,
andrea
My first cat at age 8 months was Simon, who was black. I have never been catless (going on 50+ years) except for the first year I was with my husband, who did not like cats. My husband was so embarrassed by my accosting every cat I came across that he broke down and got me a kitten. Fortunately for him (otherwise I am sure we would have divorced), Tobermory, was very smart and made a beeline for Munro, making him "his" -- my husband has loved cats ever since!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice cat story!
ReplyDeleteThey are very wonderful little friends and I can't imagine life with out at least one in the house at all times.
We have 6, all were rescued in some way or another.
Fortunately my husband loves cats as much as I do.
Sounds like your Tobermory is one smart cat!