Black Cat Appreciation Day

Today is Black Cat Appreciation day. If you didn't already know this, black cats (and dogs, rabbits, etc) are usually the last to be adopted from shelters thanks to an incredibly ignorant superstition that for some reason, still hangs around these days. Unfortunately, some people still seem to think black cats are possessed:

Weeeelll.... ;)

I can honestly say I've seen the discrimination first hand, as two of our five members of the "Black Cat Brigade" were on death row when we got them out. Housekeeping cat was in her last hour. I find that absolutely shameful, as she's one of the easiest going cats I've ever had. Magick too - he's a giant lovesponge that can take anything a three year old dishes out to him. That's rare in a cat. It hit me the other day that other than the very first kitty I had when I was a little girl, a gorgeous grey girl named Missy, my beloved orange stripey goodness Trigger, and Syberia, a tortie, all of the rest of the cats who have "owned me" have all been black or mostly black. (We're talking close to twenty here!) Black cats just seem to land on my lap... under the car... on the porch... (Did you know it's good luck to have a black cat walk across your porch? Hopefully this means we're about to have some serious good luck, because...)

I've spoken about him, but I haven't had the chance to properly introduce the newest member of the Black Cat Brigade to waltz across our porch, Solstice:

It's a bit of over the top chaos at the moment with everyone getting used to a new member (can you believe it's been three years since we found little Mystery in the Walmart parking lot?), but like I said the other day, every pet arrival can't be expected to go smooth as silk.

Solly as he's been nicknamed isn't overly thrilled with becoming a "prisoner" (I can see it in his eyes! lol), but we all know cats live much longer indoors. He is enjoying being pampered though, and has discovered the joys of sleeping in:

Yes, that's what I woke up to this morning. The other half of the bed had the other Corgi furkid (That's the Grumpy Princess in the photo) and Sabbath. An empty bed to me, because usually I have at least four cats on there plus the dogs. Oh, and DH too. ;) lol

Someone commented to me the other day when we took the four cats in to the vet that it must be difficult to tell them all apart. Really, it's not - they all look different, and of course, they all have very different personalities. Well, it wasn't difficult until this morning when I went to use the bathroom. Magick usually follows me in there, so when I saw black I said "Morning, Magick"... then I realized the cat was too small to be my behemoth cat (Magick is 22 pounds for anyone who doesn't know this already) so I said "Morning, Mystery"... only to realize as the cat jumped up onto the edge of the bathtub that it was poor Solstice! Third cat's the charm? (I think my sight is going the older I get! LOL)

I hope if you're contemplating adopting a new furkid into your family, that you'll give black pets a chance. They are just as deserving of a loving home as any other pet!