Do you like the picture? Found it on the internet - wonderful thing, the internet, not in the least because it gives me a platform to talk to you.
And today I want to talk to you about the image of us, Black Cats.
We have a terrible image. And that is so unfair! Just look at me (below).
Is that the Face of Fear? That face which Halloween stories tell you to watch with horror?
Am I so awfully scary to behold?
Is it truly necessary to cross the road when you spot me doing my rounds (to protect my woman and house, I'd like to add, for crying out loud!) Do you actually believe you will have bad luck when you see me (you silly human, you)? Do you really fear I have ESP and the power to influence your thoughts so that you will crash your car? Do you think that women with black cats are witches? Do you secretly think all women are witches? (You have a problem, mate, if you do!)
I want to break a lance for us, black cats.
We are sensitive (as well as gorgeous in my case), loyal, reliable, and good mousers on the whole. (I catch at least one a week). We keep our fur clean and shiny (just look at mine, why don't you?). We purr loudly when happy. We keep out other cats and I keep out other dogs as well (my old Gina can't do that herself anymore, the old fart). We neatly bury our poop (unlike you, huh?).
So, I'd like to put it to you, that if you have a problem with accepting black cats, you are simply a racist.
There. I've said it. Chew on that for a minute.
I'm going to have a little snooze while you hide your head with shame.
See you next time, tar rah!