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You do realize once you’ve captured the black cat’s image that you are now responsible for it, right?
Our barn is right on a very quiet dead end road, that can be seen from the freeway. About once a year, for the last ten years, a small, little kitty will show up, as in way too small to have gotten there on it’s own, small. We have at present, Ace kitty, aka, Mistress of the Dark, Queen of all she surveys. She is coal black save one white diamond on her chest. She runs up to the house in the morning, and demands to be carried back down to the barn for her breakfast. Not picking her up is dangerous, as she’ll simply fling herself to the ground in front of you repeatedly, until you cave in and throw her over your shoulder. She is the only cat that was born on the farm, she is now 9 years old. Rides around on the golf cart with me to go feed the fish. Her mother, Smokey, was a “dump”, and promptly had 5 kittens. The 2 gray ones were rehomed, the black ones I kept, Ace is the only one remaining, one simply disapeared (coyote) the other was hit by a car. Legs, a male with the most god-awful conformation of any living quadruped, is gray and probably 6 or 7 now. He was a “dump” was neutered, stayed. Great hunter. Milk *(he has a milk mustache)is a black and white male who my husband found as a stray kitty in the DQ parking lot. He’s big, neutered now, as far as I know he simply stays up all night like a teenager, then sleeps all day. Very vocal. There have been others, feral, eventually tame enough to catch and neuter, some forgave me and hung around, others didn’t.
We had one big black, tomcat that it took me over two years to catch, and I had to trap him. He would let me feed him, get close, but never became friendly. He’d just sit in the rafters, and stare, but in the winter, he knew what time the doors would close for the night, and he made sure he was inside. He was out the door first thing in the morning. Not long after I caught him, he was probably stuck by a car, lame, really failing, I ended his pain for him. We’ve had many that would stick around a while, the number was usually 5, we have a big barn, lots of hay to hide in. We’ve been at 3 for about the last 6 months or so, but…winter is coming, we usually pick up a couple around this time of year. They have a big, heated water bowl, dry food and if it gets below zero, I’ll leave a kitty sized opening in the tackroom door open and the plug in heater on at night.
Just pull up a chair near the food and wait, I’ve only had one out of dozens that wouldn’t make up to me, and he was an older, wild, male. Your kitty looks young, so you’ve got a good chance.
In Scotland, a black cat in the household is considered good luck. I love my black kitties.
Good luck.
Love the Feline Stinkeye
