My name is Onyx!

Who ar thou Oynx with out a forever home? ‘‘Twas the night that called the black cat. It roamed and called only to be found upon the bushes that so harshly fouled him. A rebirth tis what they called it and a name ner beautiful stowed upon him. Oynx… a name so fitting for the black that swarms his warm body. Oynx the true stone to one’s heart. He swept across the lap of which had pulled him from the bushes and sat in deep admiration. For thou had been neutered, vaccinated and dewormed. But his love was still waiting….somewhere….where this stone, Oynx, could find the one thing that ‘‘twas missing….. a home.