She ended up being a horrible drinking partner. Whiskey just isn’t for everyone. She has this horrible black cat stigma of being bad luck. She tends to hold back and never opens up. Sobbing the narcissistic cat broke down. She removed her mask. We bonded and she ran upstairs to bed with the kids. I think it’s because we watched Cat’s eye the movie based on the Steven King’s novel. Now the cats thinks she is our gaurdian. The black cat stigma is one reason she was adopted. It’s horrible how poorly black cats are treated. They are killed, abandoned, mistreated, and judged because they are simply born black cats.
So a bit of musing, Tonight I realized, I’m a little like the black cat. It’s possibly the reason my cat and I don’t get along but love each other. We compete for attention, but wear very different mask.
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Mr Midnight and Sir Winston (and myself!) from the blog “Nice Place” love the black cat in the picture. What a fantastic picture. My Mr Midnight is also black and is as vain (or as inquisitive?) as the cat above. 🙂
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I have four cats, two are black with the dispositions of angels, a Siamese who thinks she’s a rock and a tabby who is the diva princess…never a dull moment….
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This is absolutely lovely, touching on such a variety of experiences and thoughts. Also makes me think of my black cat, who I’ve been arguing with quite a lot lately. X)
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I love cats of all colors, but like you I feel the black cats are special, just misunderstood. I have had the pleasure of having several black cats hang around my home. I currently have four and love them dearly. 🙂
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Love that movie, Stephen King & love black cats! Proud mama of one..I’ve got 6 babies but only one black. 🙂
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Whisky isn’t for everyone… but luckily it is for me! lol 😉
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Reblogged this on unstilledheart.
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Thank you!
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I have a little black cat called Simba. I love him. Some neighbours told us his owners were struggling to find him a home and that he had to go, so we had him. I couldn’t say no to a sweet little cat in need of a loving home. So many black, and black & white cats abandoned and euthanised simply because people don’t desire that colour. Awful
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Lol. This made me smile 🙂
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You’re lucky! I can’t afford to drink with my cat, he insists on single-malt scotch.
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I like your way of looking at it. –It’s funny, I talk to people about my interactions with my dog in this manner all the time. I’ve just accepted that they think I’m crazy. Glad to meet a kindred spirit.
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‘this horrible black cat stigma of being bad luck’ haha so that’s what it’s called. i have it too.
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Hello 🙂 Just wanted to thank you for liking my first post on my page! and I just read this and loved it, great blog. 🙂
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This is awesome! And hilarious!
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Oh my gosh, I LOVED this!! Cracked me up and kindled my empathy for the black cat in all of us. And the literal black cats, too.
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Growing up, we had two cats. Both black.
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Back when I was drinking heavily I used to pour a bit out for my dog. Not the best pet ownership, but he seemed to like it and he took the alcohol better than I did. Thanks for making me smile.
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My mom’s old dog used to steal her dad’s beer! It’s a hilarious story I never get tired of! And, I mean, there are far worse things you could have given your dog. I’m glad you’re not drinking heavily anymore (crosses fingers)!
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I have a black cat named Monkey – or should I say she has me. The first time I saw her she was a scrawny little kitten in a cage at the vet’s office, I tried to ignore her but she got into my head. The very next day I was back at the vet’s and adopting her hook line and sinker! The minute she was in our home she took it over. I do not buy into any delusions that she likes me whatsoever. She knows I control the food and treats and clean her litter so I am tolerated. She will sleep on the opposite end of the bed if I nap and will lay beside my chair in the living room. Once in awhile, she gives me the honor of rubbing her head or belly but always on her terms. As far as I am concerned, black cats rule (but don’t tell Monkey).
Wonderful story, by the way!
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I had a black cat! I loved him to death! He hated me… but I loved him! Sadly, he got outside, and he never came back… I hate the whole legend of black cats being bad luck. Another thing, why would someone get an animal just to beat it? I don’t get it… I love that novel by the way! And the movie!
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