I love black cats; I’ve decided they bring me good luck. If one crosses my path, I look forward to a fantastic day.
Back in 1972, I had a pet cat, jet black. I named him “Eli,” and he lived with me in a tiny apartment in Wichita, Kansas. When Eli became long-legged and cramped in such a tiny space, I gave him to a friend whose parents lived on a nearby farm. Eli became a skilled mouser. I was so proud!
I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for black kitties with golden eyes. Perhaps one of these days another one will find its way into my heart! (But I need that country home first – I like my cats to have outdoor access!)
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