i went to bed early last night. an intention to only lay down and gather my thoughts turned into peeling the quilt and sheets back and staying through the night. i woke up to continued darkness, fell out of bed. i thought i heard something, wanted to check on pip. i flipped on the light in the back room and there he was, on the table, inches from a small black cat – who was perched on the iron window box. i couldn’t believe what i was seeing, this cat didn’t even flinch at the light. i turned it back off and walked closer, i guess it didn’t matter to them (night vision and all) but they both let me get close without running. the black kitty was perched and stared at me. i turned to grab a camera (closest thing was my polaroid) – the developed picture shows the slightest outline of the cat, otherwise it’s literally black as night.
i wandered around, put things away, noticed the cakes joe baked while i was sleeping. i have a love affair with being up before the sun. for me its such a sacred time. the air, the noises, the secret that you have with the earth. going back to sleep often happens (but not today.) – this is where i gained my nickname “Dew Drop” as a young girl. the sun seems to always catch you by suprise. when the sky grew orange, i went looking for the cat again. i slowly pushed open our back door – there it was. on the fire escape steps, staring at me. i am realizing now this may be the same menace who tore up all my herbs and plants this season. pip was approaching, i pulled the door closed behind me. i made my typical cat noises (purr, kisskiss, tongue clicking, “hi kittty”) the cat didn’t break eye contact. i slowly pulled my camera up and took some pictures.
most stories i’ve heard have black cats as bad luck. i’ve never bought into it – when i was very young my mom had a black cat named monty. she loved her cat, i loved her cat (i believe he was put down when i was four.) our family ended up with a black kitten in the early 90′s – xavier. once i fell for a black kitten who we had to give back- after adoption. word came in he was confined with another cat with rabies before we took him home. they quarantined him for 8 months, no rabies. his name is orion. my mom currently has a long haired black cat, lucy. she was a kitten when stink was a puppy.
i’d prefer to know that black cats bring good luck. they bring prosperity and wisdom. they are said to be the witches companion, ancient folklore has them morphing into human shape to be a courier for a witch.
whatever the case may be, i am into black cats. now i’m left wondering whether or not there is any magic involved with our visit this morning …