I love animals and for my adult years have always had cats, specifically black cats. I really don't know why I love black cats but to me they seem more grateful. I have a sense that they know they are disliked, feared and to some even hated but to me they have a huge capacity for affection.
Right now I have 3 black cats, Angus is my gentleman, at 15 he is the king of the house. He sits in that classic cat pose sitting straight up, front paws together and tail wrapped around his paws. Bless his heart I have seen him fall asleep in this pose. When his head drops suddenly as he falls asleep, I avert my eyes sparing his dignity.
Next I have Joe Lewis, a fitting name as Joe is a fighter. Actually Joe is insecure and feels the need to come out fighting. When he was first adopted he was a recluse, today, 6 months later he comes around at dinner time and he has lost his commando belly to the ground walk. When I walk in to a room he doesn't run for his life he is content to watch my movements.
The littlest guy is Winston, he was born to a no kill shelter where he lived for 3 years until I brought him home. Winston is tiny, about the size of a 8 month kitten, he has terrible front teeth which results in his tongue sliding out of his mouth when he is asleep. Winston is extremely affectionate often sleeping beside me while I am on the sofa knitting or with his head on my pillow during the night. He follows me throughout the house, content to sit or stand while I do whatever chore needs to be done.
I love all three each for their own specific qualities and characteristics. I will post photos when I get a replacement cord for my camera.
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