Since this doesn't belong anywhere else I'll post it here.
Today my adorable black cat cuddled up to my chest today while I was watching four back to back episodes of mythbusters. It was such a powerful feeling to have him there so close, and being so sweet that I wrote a poem about it.
A little Back-ground info on the history of cats first: Black Cats were tortured, and persecuted for much of the early history of organized religion because they were thought to be in allience with the Devil, and they were thought to have connections to Witch-craft.
Eventually the belief died down, and the amount of cats with black fur being killed went down with it. Still, however, in this day and age it can be difficult for sheltors to adopt out black cats...because of the unfair superstition, and stereotype that still surrounds the particular color of cat.
Anyway....this poem is about my black cat. When he was a kitten some horrible person put him in a black purse, tied a rope around his neck, and tied the other end to the purse handle and threw catfood in the purse. They then stuck the purse closed into a box and dropped it at the corner of a busy intersection. A friend of mine found it while biking, and brought the poor thing to me. He was covered in fleas...and terrified. The girl helped pay to get him fixed, and get his shots...and he's been with my family ever since. Anyway...if any of you were ever to go to a Sheltor please don't skip over the black cats.
Little Guy
Little Guy
You were terrified
A small bundle of yowls
A tiny package of fur and fleas
When brought into my home
Little Guy
You were so shy
A graceful shadow
A velvet incarnate of mischief
When first you settled in
Little Guy
You are so benevolent
A large glossy keeper of hearts
A purring machine of love and kindness
When you cuddle on my chest
Little Guy
You are my source of happiness
A heart-warming misfit
An elusive shadow whose dark paws create light
When I gaze into your green eyes
I realize that it is you who makes my life complete.
By Lutra Silverwing/ Sanguvixen/ TRP.
Today my adorable black cat cuddled up to my chest today while I was watching four back to back episodes of mythbusters. It was such a powerful feeling to have him there so close, and being so sweet that I wrote a poem about it.
A little Back-ground info on the history of cats first: Black Cats were tortured, and persecuted for much of the early history of organized religion because they were thought to be in allience with the Devil, and they were thought to have connections to Witch-craft.
Eventually the belief died down, and the amount of cats with black fur being killed went down with it. Still, however, in this day and age it can be difficult for sheltors to adopt out black cats...because of the unfair superstition, and stereotype that still surrounds the particular color of cat.
Anyway....this poem is about my black cat. When he was a kitten some horrible person put him in a black purse, tied a rope around his neck, and tied the other end to the purse handle and threw catfood in the purse. They then stuck the purse closed into a box and dropped it at the corner of a busy intersection. A friend of mine found it while biking, and brought the poor thing to me. He was covered in fleas...and terrified. The girl helped pay to get him fixed, and get his shots...and he's been with my family ever since. Anyway...if any of you were ever to go to a Sheltor please don't skip over the black cats.
Little Guy
Little Guy
You were terrified
A small bundle of yowls
A tiny package of fur and fleas
When brought into my home
Little Guy
You were so shy
A graceful shadow
A velvet incarnate of mischief
When first you settled in
Little Guy
You are so benevolent
A large glossy keeper of hearts
A purring machine of love and kindness
When you cuddle on my chest
Little Guy
You are my source of happiness
A heart-warming misfit
An elusive shadow whose dark paws create light
When I gaze into your green eyes
I realize that it is you who makes my life complete.
By Lutra Silverwing/ Sanguvixen/ TRP.
