So often black cats get a bad rap and are least likely to be adopted, but Rachel Wells wants to know why? Plus Astrologer Jessica Adams shares what makes a Virgo Cat purr.
I have had 2 black cats and both of them appeared on my doorstep at different times in my life. The first was a stray female who we thought was a boy until she fell pregnant just before we were going to take her in to be spayed, and she kept her name Lestat (after Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles) because she had a tiny bit of white beneath her chin that looked like a cravat. We let her keep her 3 kittens and they brought us such joy (though we gave one away and then wished we hadn't). She was not in good condition when she came to us and the vet we took her to was dubious but we made up our minds to keep her. She was special to me because I wasn't allowed to have cats growing up although I dearly wanted one and she was my first cat, and I had a few precious years with her before she passed of a tumour. My second black cat turned up at the door on a Full Moon (!) decades later and it was just love at first sight. I didn't know then but at the time he belonged to a neighbour and he decided he wanted to live with us instead because his old family situation was not working for him anymore. I was overjoyed when I got to keep him and he too was the apple of my eye. I'd forgotten how much I missed having a cat and he quite literally kept my heart safe at a time when I was dealing with some difficult personal challenges. I had 6 years with him before I lost him very suddenly last year. Since then I've done some cat sitting and have had the blessing of the company of more black cats. They will always be extra special to me.
The common denominator of all things considered "bad luck" is the fear of death. The bad connotation around death is the big problem. People choose to not see death as a natural progression of life.
As Khalil Gibran wrote:
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
May we finally eliminate the fear of death and thus the fear around things and creatures that we ascribe to as harbingers of death.
I saved my beautiful black Cat Tilly-Mae at 3 weeks old. She was thrown from a car onto a very busy road. I am so grateful to have found one of my furr-babies. She is sass and very humanised. To the point we have those conversations. I love her with all my heart ❤️
I have had 2 black cats and both of them appeared on my doorstep at different times in my life. The first was a stray female who we thought was a boy until she fell pregnant just before we were going to take her in to be spayed, and she kept her name Lestat (after Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles) because she had a tiny bit of white beneath her chin that looked like a cravat. We let her keep her 3 kittens and they brought us such joy (though we gave one away and then wished we hadn't). She was not in good condition when she came to us and the vet we took her to was dubious but we made up our minds to keep her. She was special to me because I wasn't allowed to have cats growing up although I dearly wanted one and she was my first cat, and I had a few precious years with her before she passed of a tumour. My second black cat turned up at the door on a Full Moon (!) decades later and it was just love at first sight. I didn't know then but at the time he belonged to a neighbour and he decided he wanted to live with us instead because his old family situation was not working for him anymore. I was overjoyed when I got to keep him and he too was the apple of my eye. I'd forgotten how much I missed having a cat and he quite literally kept my heart safe at a time when I was dealing with some difficult personal challenges. I had 6 years with him before I lost him very suddenly last year. Since then I've done some cat sitting and have had the blessing of the company of more black cats. They will always be extra special to me.
The common denominator of all things considered "bad luck" is the fear of death. The bad connotation around death is the big problem. People choose to not see death as a natural progression of life.
As Khalil Gibran wrote:
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
May we finally eliminate the fear of death and thus the fear around things and creatures that we ascribe to as harbingers of death.
Cheers
Patrice
I saved my beautiful black Cat Tilly-Mae at 3 weeks old. She was thrown from a car onto a very busy road. I am so grateful to have found one of my furr-babies. She is sass and very humanised. To the point we have those conversations. I love her with all my heart ❤️
I think it's great that you found each other x
Did I mention she is an Aquarius Sun. I am a Leo Sun. No further comment needed. 🤣
One of my cats is black, Violet. She has attitude and is part feral, only coming in to sleep.
Just like our Nellie!