Black Cat ExperiencesPublished October 27, 2011
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For ages, black cats and Halloween have been paired together like Romeo and Juliet. Draped in mystery over the years, magical powers are often attributed to these beautiful cats who have been historically considered “familiars” to witches. As a result, devilish myths around black cats grew rapidly.
Fortunately, there are countless cat lovers in today's age that pooh-pooh the slanderous notoriety associated with black cats, and instead have fallen in love and had great experiences with them. In fact, some savvy folks think of them them as good luck omens. Since I have always found black cats delightful and adore them, this writer definitely falls into this (pardon the pun) cat-egory.
My experiences with a black cat (after years of feline deprivation) began when we received a teeny 8 week-old black kitten in a shoebox as a wedding gift from Professor Irwin Corey’s son, my first husband’s childhood friend. We named the kitten Nemesis.
I should have known from the very start that this kitty would turn out to be an incredibly intelligent but over the top non-conformist. He found unbelievable places to hide, and sometimes had me in tears thinking that he had somehow escaped from our apartment.
We would always find him, though. On one occasion, we found Nemesis hours after he was missing innocently curled up inside the lining of our bed’s box spring, detected only by the lump under the bed. I never let on we had discovered his private sanctuary!
Nemesis was an adept escape artist; on another occasion, he invisibly disappeared out the door. After searching for him for hours, a tenant living 10 flights above us “magically” discovered him in his living room. Today, it still remains a mystery how he knew Nemesis was ours, and how he was able to return him to us.
To be sure, Nemesis was quite the playful kitty. Feigning terror of the vacuum cleaner, Nemesis loved to battle the canister-shaped monster. He was only at peace once he was satisfied that it was dead. But once the vacuum went on again, his predatory nature was once again on display.
Nemesis gifted me with almost 18 years of one of the most delightful relationships I have had with a feline. He lives on eternally in my heart.
What experiences have you had with black cats? Share them in a comment.