Switching to dark mode for National Black Cat Day
Just in time for Halloween, today is National Black Cat Day, a celebration of house panthers everywhere and a reminder that a black cat is a pet for life, not a prop for one night.
A black cat isn’t bad luck…
They’re always watching you…
… but sometimes it’s hard to see them.
So watch out for their teeth…
… and their claws.
I love black cats. If they are bad luck to me, it is only because I think they are so gorgeous. 😉
No black cat is ever a prop; *you* are always the prop, lap, climbing post, lounge spot, etc, etc.
I do miss my black panther, who left me in 2003. Sleek, gorgeous, highly opinionated, and with a shockingly LOUD siamese voice that prompted some neighbors to complain about my barking dog. There was no dog, just Bagheera.
I would brave those claws and fangs to scritch that belly on the last kitty.
I think it would BE your last kitty.
Worth it.
lol…one of the comments on that picture is “RIP random photographer.”
I second the commenter who pointed out that the little round tummy kind of counteracts the “RAWR! I haz a FIERCE” impression. 🙂
Yeah, the camera angle tries to make him look bigger but he’s just a baby. (Though I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that same picture for a few years now so I assume he’s not a baby now.)
Extra-fierce babies are so adorable because they are anything but fierce! Such a darling little Pint-Sized House Panther!
I’ve had black cats for years and can attest that while they’ll ruin countless pantyhose, pillows and shed like a sheepdog at will.
Yet so worth it!
My late Mookie and Mazzilli were haus panthers, and as darling as could be. They will always have a special place in my heart, though they have long gone to that Great Mousehole in the Sky. They were my first pets, and a lovely introduction to the joys of pet ownership (by).
My long gone and dearly loved Gaufredus always wanted tummy rubs. I’ll always love you, baby.
“Why I eyes ya” lol!!! Oh Don Piano lives on!