Tag: Cats

Happy National Black Cat Day!

Happy National Black Cat Day!

I didn’t realize that this was even a thing, but I’m glad it is! Black cats get a raw deal, being thought of as unlucky and a harbinger of ill things. According to this random site, black cats are apparently considered good luck in Scotland, Britain, and Japan, so more of the world needs to get on board with that.

I will admit, it does make a certain, yet unfair, sense. Not only are cats sneaky little things, black cats are even harder to spot and so have a special air of extra sneakiness. They can appear from anywhere in the middle of the night and scare the absolute bejeezus out of a person. I can’t tell you how many times I tripped over our solid black cat in the utter blackness of a late night trip to get a glass of water. It can be quite a spooky experience.

I will admit that Tau was a harbinger of ill quite a few times, but that was because he had the kitty equivalent of severe mental problems, not because he was solid black. When he wasn’t suffering a feline mental break, he was the sweetest cat. He was obsessed with Shane and was very loving towards me as well. We’d never had a cat that we could just pick up and walk around the house with, but he loved it. Not even my little lovebug Klaus enjoys being picked up, and Bear only wants to be held for short periods of time before he lurches to get down. I could carry Tau for as long as my arms would let me.

I’m not sure why black cats are linked to witches and Halloween, but since they are, it makes sense that National Black Cat Day is in October. And honestly, if you’re going to have a magical familiar, you couldn’t do much better than a cat. They’re smart and able to fit through tiny spaces in order to spy on people. Many cats bond with humans, even though the stereotype is that they’re standoffish and not prone to mixing with people.

Black cats (and dogs!) outnumber any other color pet in shelters – because the coat color is more common than most others. I highly recommend a black cat – or a black and white tuxie cat. In my experience, they’re the smartest of the colors. Orange boys all share a single braincell, calicos are too full of sass to think too much, long haired grays are too focused on being beautiful to spare any brain power for deep thought, and so forth. Obviously I’m joking, but everything I just wrote actually does apply to my cats.

Anyway, give your black cats an extra pat today. Give all of your cats an extra pat. Give your dog a pat as well. Hell, give all your pets all the pats.

Also, tell all of your pets that I love them.


A Quick Recap

A Quick Recap

Hello Blog, long time no see.

Just a few things have happened since I last wrote. In no particular order, a non-comprehensive list: Shane was transferred without much warning, we sold the house, moved to a new city in a new state that we had never been to, I got a new job in a whole new industry, we fostered 3 kittens and adopted 2 others (at the same time), I lost 10 pounds, and I chopped all my hair off.

These two are my little loves – Klaus is the tuxedo kitten and Bear is the gray boy. Shane found Klaus under a bush outside of his work, and after watching for the mom cat for another day, brought him home. He’s named after the Klauses (Klausi) in The Originals and The Umbrella Academy. Bear was one of 4 kittens Shane’s coworker found in his backyard. We fostered all 4, but we chose to keep Bear and he’s my little baby boy.

We think Bear is a Nebelung – but it’s not like we have papers on his pedigree, so we’ll never know for sure. He’s a massive boy, with chubby little legs that don’t seem to bend as he trots around, and a lion’s mane. He’s scared of everyone, and almost everything, and we don’t see him that much. As a kitten, he spent most of the time hiding, so we don’t have many kitten pictures of him. Once in awhile he gets spooked that he’s all alone when he isn’t expecting to be and he screams. That’s honestly the only word for it. It took him a really long time to find his voice, so much so that I almost cried at his first real meow, but now it is the most powerful noise in this house.

Klaus is about 6 weeks older than Bear, and is pure joy. I have no other word for him but joyful. He gets into everything, wakes me up at odd times of the night, snuggles with me in the bed, and has figured out how to open barely cracked doors. He doesn’t meow much, mostly when he wants to be let into the garage or he knows we’re on the other side of the door. He also has what I like to call crazy eyes – he rarely blinks and they’re always wide open and are almost perfectly circular.

Tau has adopted Bear as his personal emotional support animal – if he’s having a bad day he’s often found with his face buried in Bear’s fur. They (aka a couple of vets) think that Tau might have lesions on his brain, causing some absence seizures and affecting his personality. It’s agreed all around though that he’s still living a good life. He plays a lot, eats well, has a great purr that he uses often, and hasn’t tried to eat or kill the kittens so quality of life is still good.

Anyway, it’s been a hell of a year, and I’ve been missing writing this blog. Sometimes I write posts in my head while getting ready in the morning, or while trying to get myself to sleep at night. So here I am.