So let’s appreciate some, shall we?
Yikes, I think that’s enough appreciation for one day…
From top: This is My Seat, by markjohnrichards, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0, Foster Kittens Rey and Finn, by www.metaphoricalplatypus.com, licensed under CC BY 2.0, black cat / schwarze Katze, by Fernando Carlsson, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0, Black Cat, by sonstroem, licensed under CC BY 2.0
Is the first kitty’s name Sheldon?
“You’re in my spot.”
? Brilliant – and I GOT it!!!?
I love, love, love black cats.
When our daughter was 4 years old, she had a little black kitty friend across the street. I was raised with cats on our farm so I was ready to add one to our household of 4 children & hubby. She only wanted a BLACK one, no other color. It took me 6 months to find an ad in the paper for a black kitten. That was back in the day (1964) before shelters existed. Come to find out the people who had her were parents of a high school classmate of mine. Strange how things happen sometimes. Well, we took Mitsey home and loved her for 16 1/2 years. She was an inside/outside kitty and would bring me ‘presents’. A live mouse released in the kitchen was lots of fun!! We moved with her to another city because of hubby’s work. We built a house out of the city limits so it was very quiet with little traffic. She soon learned a family of chipmunks were living under the shed we put up for garden tools, etc. I can’t remember how many of them I rescued as Mitsey would bring them to me just stunned, never injured. I’d work on them until they were back to normal again and put them back under the shed with their family. Kitties after her were strictly indoor inhabitants. I was getting too old to be chasing live critters!! I missed her terribly when she passed. Shortly after she passed my cousin introduced me to friends of his that raised Persians. They just happened to have a 4 month old black female Persian ready for a new home. And that was the start of my love of the Persian breed. Showed several blacks and other colors during my 25 years of raising and showing them. But black is still my favorite color.
I LOVE this story! Do you have pics of your black Persians? I would love to see them.
Every day is black cat appreciation day in my world. My long-gone-but-never-ever-forgotten Gaufie was pure black, and my current hauspanther Scorpius has just a few white hairs on his chest. I love seeing black cats in the sunlight where their stripes show.
If I ever have another black cat, she or he will be named Wakanda in honor of NOMTOM’s hilarious Black Panther pun some months back. It still makes me chortle.
Black cats should be appreciated every day, everywhere. I was honored to have been chosen by a black panther once. Lost him to FIP five months ago exactly. Miss him terribly.
I’m sorry. Five months is till an open wound.
So sorry. Hauspanthers leave big holes behind.
Ughh Jerzowa, I hear you and am with you.
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I was visiting a PetSmart once and they had cats for adoption. There was one big fella who I fell madly in love with (but knew our puss would never abide another cat) and he was all black except for his white whiskers. Gorgeous cat! That was years ago and I still think about him.
I’ve been told by an authority on the matter that every day s Black Cat Appreciation Day.
Now if you excuse me I’m going to go kowtow till I get a sizeable portion of my bed back.
I, too, am a fan of the Hauspanther!! My neighbor’s cat, who visits me once or twice a week, is Vanta black, like the facial featureless kitty above.
Love the two bat-eared ones in second pic!
Oh Yay! Thank you for posting for Black Cat Appreciation Day! Such beautiful kitties! So handsome. I am owned by one completely black housepanther with a little white star on his chest. Please see below for my handsome Jacques.
Ahem – NTMTOM? Jacques believes there is a serious oversight in the Cutetropolis Calendar as August 17th is not officially marked as Black Cat Appreciation Day. His Staff’s work calendar from a kitty rescue place does have it marked. (Just passing on the message)
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Gorgeous boy! So regal!
Love, love, LOOOOVVVVEEE house panthers. Was privileged to be owned by one very feisty 4 legged fiend named Shadow.
In keeping with the all-too-fleeting Black Cat Appreciation Day (August 17) ….
THAT BLACK CAT SHE INVADED HIS DREAMS … She laid by his bared feet / at the foot of his bed / though in his dream they’d meet / which they did in his head. // For this sleek black feline / she’d been in there before / such she’d never decline / as that cat he’d adore. // A myth it couldn’t be / that her claws touched his toes / as the dreaming did he / was about that she knows. // The dream she boldly caught / that night she did invade / was the dream she had sought / the dream she’d long delayed. // Within she placed her claws / upon his sleep-bound feet / all performed with no flaws / then and there they did meet. // Though not feeling abused / by prickling on his toes / he still looked down confused / at each of five toes, two rows. // Naught of her did he find / in his dream created / though back to wakened mind / he saw her and stated // ‘Mimi, it’s you—you rascal!’ / yet he still adored her / while finding comical / her response a smooth ‘murr’. // From the thick mattress down / she landed without woes / as he said ‘You little clown— / you leave alone my toes.’ // Thought she, ‘Again we’ll meet / as you dream fast asleep / when the toes on your feet / from my paws you cannot keep.’
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Ode To SIMON’s DRINKING PROBLEM … It’s clear dear cat you’ve had a water drink / For it hangs thick and low from your thin chin / As a large drop through which light rays glisten / Then a flicker of your tongue’s tip quite pink / Comes with a sway of your tail, its kink / So noticed like that water drop again / (And you without a little silk napkin) / Your habit’s one endearingly distinct. // Plus your drinking problem leaves us no stink / Like old food stuff or hard liquor like gin / And into a bad thing you didn’t sink / You’ve committed naught resembling a sin / Habits can still be dropped in an eye’s blink / While having you near’s my mind’s medicine.
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THAT YOUNG BLACK CAT—SHE NEEDED SOMETHING … ‘If only I had something new,’ / she thought, ‘something adventurous / to do, like when the fields grew tall, fields from which wild fowl fed and flew’; / she, feline feisty and precious, / needed something or to climb the wall. // She walked over to the window pane / and looked out to the neighbouring homes / to where she hoped to find something / —something new, beyond the back lane, / rocky road, where she’d often roam, / to where her eyes would be wandering. // And when her attention was caught / by the towering shingled roof / sheltering the large corner store, / she at once decided she ought / to climb to its black peak as proof / of her worth to those who did her adore. // Through the yards one by one she went, / glancing around this and that corner, / over then under fences tall / till she stood at the wall she’d meant / to conquer, as a foreigner, / without any fear that she’d fall. // She looked to the two garbage cans / leaning against the wooden shed, / right next to the store that was so pink; / up she jumped, her feet and hands / reached the top by but a thread, / of no better place could she think. // Having achieved her noteworthy climb, / she gazed over to the swaying trees, / unaware that her hostess stood near; / at the bus stop, as passed the time, / the woman looked up, into the breeze, / and saw her pet feline who knew no fear. // Thus the feline had done something new / and not seeing her hostess’s stare, / she returned home fulfilled and content, / for from this day excitement she drew / and she thought again she’d climb and dare / those high places worthy of her scent.
Wonderful! Three paws up from the current darklings/housepanthers/jauguars who share their home with us…
And yes, everyday is black cat appreciation day!