In case you didn't know it, today (Sunday, August 17th) is Black Cat Appreciation Day!
Let us all praise black cats everywhere!
Well, at least in the Taylor household, which has seen its share of black cats over the years.
I think the first one was Primo.
The young ones in our family rescued him from the street and suggested the name.
I thought it was great, signifying "Numero Uno"!
Only many years later did I discover the kids were laughing at me behind my back, because to them Primo meant some kind of black opium or something.
Nevertheless, Primo moved from Indiana to Arizona with us and was our faithful friend for many years.
A little later we got a combination black cat and calico who I named Jazz.
I don't know why, other than that he seemed like a truly jazzy cat to me.
He lasted through several other cat-mates before crossing the Rainbow Bridge.
Next, a feisty and wounded warrior showed up in our yard.
For that reason, I named him Blackie Detroit.
He was a scrapper of an alley cat and it took us awhile to tame him down but eventually he accepted us and became our beloved Blackwell.
And finally we have a new adoptee in the family.
Well she's been with us for a year or two now and we're still getting to understand her.
My wife named her: Sweetie-Pie.
Sometimes she is, sometimes she isn't.
But we love her anyway.
So that's my story.
Now give your black cats a pet and a treat.
It's their day after all.
I'm honoring the late great CK Duncan. Chocolate Kitty Duncan. He was born in a field to feral parents and st four weeks met me, got under my elbow and hired me. Stayed 16 years, as house emcee, greeting visitors and bringing them in, before resuming his place under my elbow. He loved dogs and other cats, and was trustworthy with my pet birds. He claimed to be a solid black cat. But when the sun shone through his fur, it was clear he was chocolate red.
ReplyDeleteWe remember our Sweetie pie and Nesta. tc/cambria
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ReplyDeleteMy daughter's black cat, Missy, came to us in the shirt pocket of a friend, the family was moving house and the mother cat abandoned her kittens. I fed her with baby formula in an eye dropper for a week then led her to a sucer with drops of milk on my finger, gradually lowering it until she realised she could lap the milk herself, After that there was no stopping her, she ate and drank like a lion! One time I found her up on the table gnawing at a corner of the roast beef I'd set out for dinner. I cut that corner off and gave it to her on the floor by her dishes and served up dinner without telling anyone. She lived for almost 21 years and never grew much bigger than two handsful.
ReplyDeleteNice post for black cat day.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet, I miss having cats around.
ReplyDeleteLove seeing these photos of your black cats over the years. A sweet remembrance on Black Cat Appreciation. Day. (NewRobin13)
ReplyDeleteI honored my black cat on Facebook and Instagram but not on the blog. Shame on me! You've had a beautiful collection of black cats. They are so sleek and soft.
ReplyDeleteI did not know that Blackwell was once called Blackie Detroit! When I was a kid I had a black cat that I very imaginatively (ha!) named "Midnight." But we used to just call her "Black Kitty."
ReplyDeleteNever been a fan of black cats...bad luck!
ReplyDeleteThe only black cat around here is another feral after the females. He is not appreciated.
ReplyDeleteHappy Black Cat Appreciation Day. It's great that you've had so many black cats in your family. The story about Primo's name is hilarious it's funny how a name can have such different meanings to different generations. They had such distinct personalities. Sweetie-Pie is like a typical cat, living up to her name sometimes and not others!
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