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It has been reported in recent months by animal charities that black cats are the hardest to home. Why should this be? Okay they don’t possess the colourful muted medley of tortoiseshell and tabby cats, undoubtedly beautiful, or the joyous light orange hue of ginger cats. But I think they are more beautiful, the “lucky black cat” of superstition (see my earlier blog story) with an aura of mystery around them.
I have always loved black cats, starting at age 12 with Emily the kitten, the sweetest soul you could ever meet.
Then in later life I gave a home to rescue Lottie, my adorable FIV+ cat. Her fur glowed with inner fire up until the day she died: