Night before last, I was outside, and I saw two of my black cats. One was Teaque, and the other was his older brother, Midnight...or so I thot.
I reached down n petted them n walked back inside.
I did an immediate doubletake. There curled up on a chair was Midnight, sound asleep. I went back outside, and, yes, there was Midnight, playing with little Teaque. For a moment, I thot it had finally happened! I'd gone completely, n totally insane. I realized, then, that this outside cat was thin and scruffy looking, obviously, she'd been on the street for sometime. And he was a she.
I took her inside, fed her n made her comfortable.
Well to make a long story short, even as I type this she is giving birth, at my feet under my puter desk. Three so far, and counting. all black.
Lets see. I now have seven black cats.
My question is this, Can you have to much of a good thing?
and Why me!?
and Anybody got any good Witch Cat names?
Oh...and anybody need a cat?