For everyone who has ever loved black cats

[jamesatemple]

14. There is one less black cat in the world today.

Yesterday I lost a black cat that my wife and I had raised from a feral kitten to an almost tame adult... almost tame. He was a wild kitten, wiley in his ways, and we dubbed him Wiley from the get-go. He arrived at our home aboard the undercarriage of my old pickup. After a couple of months of living in the wisteria bush wrapped around a tall tree stump in our front yard, he began to eat a bit of cat food offered to him on our front porch. It was several months later that he decided to move in with us contingent upon our meeting all his demands. We negotiated a truce of a sort as the years passed and grew close to one another. I know that it is foolish to get attached to a pet that will almost certainly die within just a few years, but I shall miss Wiley.