ALL BLACK CATS's Story...
We have so many beautiful black cats at 9th Life. Most have spent their entire lives here. For some reason, black cats are not considered lucky in America, although in other parts of the world, they actually are considered VERY lucky. I wrote the following story to honor my first black cat and to share with you what I know. We have had hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of cats pass through 9th Life since our inception. I have NEVER met a black cat that wasn't sweet, even-tempered, exceptionally loving and giving. What follows is the story of my first black cat. I hope it will encourage you to consider a black cat the next time you are ready to adopt.
By Phyllis Tavares: "I wanted another cat and found myself at the Agoura Animal Shelter looking at a longhaired, black cat with almond-shaped eyes the color of bright sunlight. She was a beauty. As I opened her cage door, she jumped into my arms and rammed me with her forehead, marking me as hers. Of course, I took her home. Then I realized Midnight was actually quite timid. Initially she slept in the far corner of my room but as we bonded, she became less fearful and began sleeping on the floor beside by bed slowly moving closer to me. Finally, one night, she jumped up on the bed and slept with me, first by my toes and gradually over many months she came up to my face and slept in the crook of my arms as she did the remainder of her life. However, she remained frightened of visitors and always hid in my closet when anyone else was in the house. One night, I became very ill and called for an ambulance. Paramedics barged into my home, making a huge racket trying to locate my bedroom. I was bleeding heavily and unable to talk, but I could not help but notice Midnight. She came out from her hiding place in the closet, jumped up on my bed and sat on my pillow. She watched everything the paramedics were doing. Frightened as she was of strangers and these firemen were within inches of her, she never left my side. I was absolutely astounded. Midnight was protecting me in a terrifying circumstance she could not possibly understand. I believe that when you save an animal’s life they know and return the gift. So if I was Midnight’s guardian angel in adopting her, Midnight in turn was my guardian angel sticking right by me in this chaotic, noisy and scary situation. Midnight has been gone many years now but thinking of her still makes me cry. Although, I have other cats, only Midnight was my protector. I know when it’s my time to walk through Rainbow Bridge, she will be waiting …… to protect me once more. Midnight, my black beauty with eyes the color of bright sunshine.
I hope this true story will encourage some of you to take a really good look at the next adoptable, black cat you see. She could be another Midnight.”