Today is National Black Cat Appreciation Day. It is so unfair for black cats to have such a bad reputation. They are less likely to be adopted if they enter the shelter system. Many are abused or killed by ignorant people who believe they are somehow bad luck. Every child sees black cats with arched backs and hissing associated with Halloween and witches. It is time for these myths and superstitions to be put to rest.
I was lucky to have the coolest black Manx cat that ever lived named Amos. A lot of Manx cats have stubs for tails but Amos was completely tailless. Their hind legs are longer than their front. He always looked like his rear end was jacked up. He was so much fun.
Amos was very shy and few people ever actually saw him in the fur. When someone came to the door, all you would see was a black streak and then nothing until whoever invaded his territory left. If Amos loved you, you knew it. He was a top-notch bread maker and his purr could wake the dead.
There was never a question about having Amos represented in my book series, The Returns. Many who have read the books chose him as their favorite character. There is nobody cooler in the Big Easy than Amos the Black Cat. He knows people that know people if you catch my drift…
Happy Black Cat Appreciation Day!
Remember, when a black cat crosses your path, adopt it!
*On a personal note, this is my two-year anniversary of kicking the smoking habit. If you haven’t read the post from one year ago, please visit Does Your Dog Think You Stink? and share it with a smoker that you love.
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