Black cats are all the rage at Halloween.
We used to have a black cat named Slick, who sat in his heated water dish on the porch in his last few weeks leading to his 18th birthday because he was a cold old cat. Then he suddenly disappeared when he turned 18.
We looked for his body for days, in every place we could think of, but we never found him.
One of our current cats is not black, as you can see in the picture, but this part-Siamese has her own spooky story.
She's not right in the head.
Our son Brian and his girlfriend (at the time) found tiny Sage Kitten in a gutter before her eyes were even opened. They fed Sage with an eye dropper and saved her life.
But something affected her brain. We think it may have been her too-young separation from her cat mom, but it could be something else.
Sage lets you pet her, but may suddenly bite or scratch with seemingly no provocation. She'll easily roll on her back and bare her belly, but growls fiercely and unsheathes her claws, aimed at you, if you touch it. She likes to sleep in weird positions. If we don't put her out in a timely manner at night, she'll hide, then early in the dark morning crawl up on Bob's stomach and bat his face with her paws until he wakes up.
Then he puts her out.
In spite of her white fur and innocent blue eyes, she makes a perfect Halloween cat.
Do you like cats?
Do you like Halloween?