Post 66X: I’m not superstitious, but maybe you are!

Today’s post hits more than 665 but less than 667. I am not superstitious, but I won’t number it in case you are!

Likewise, since both my cats are kind of black — I think of them as black — I won’t post any photos of them today, though I assure you they walk in front of me day in and day out. I have yet to have bad luck.

Of course, I still haven’t won the Powerball. Hmmm. Damn black cats!

grumpy

Orange tabbies are OK, though. (Poor Louie. Aw well…!)

Louie loved hunting insects in this black bamboo thicket.

Louie loved hunting insects in this black bamboo thicket. It was his happy spot! 

Louie was a big cat. Sometimes he'd jump up on your lap without warning.

Louie was a big cat. Sometimes he’d jump up on your lap without warning. Yowza!

AWhen the florist sent the wrong bouquet to the house instead of the church, Louie had to check it out. Or maybe he just wanted to walk on the table. He was naughty that way!

When the florist sent flowers to the house instead of the church, Louie had to check it out. Or maybe he just wanted to walk on the table. He was naughty that way!

Louie was aggressive toward other cats but was scared snotless of going to the veterinarian's in the car.

Louie was aggressive toward other cats but it scared Louie snotless to go to the veterinarian’s in the car. (That’s the boys’ veterinarian in red, incidentally, and the technician holding Louie is the one who shaved a spot on Andy’s tail so she could get his blood pressure. We all go back a long time!)

Hee! Hee!

Hee! Hee!

Louie adored me, I think, but that doesn';t mean he minded very well. Fortunately, he was basically a pretty good boy!

Louie adored me, I think, but that doesn’t mean he minded very well. Fortunately, he was basically a pretty good boy!

stealth sleeping

Louie took an interest in what I was always doing on the computer. Yeah.

Louie took an interest in what I was always doing on the computer. Yeah.

Louie was a semi-outdoor cat. He was five years old when I got him (his veterinarian estimated), and his previous people apparently let him wander. That's how he ended up trapped by the animal control officer, abandoned, and "there" when I was looking for a cat.

Louie was a semi-outdoor cat. He was five years old when I got him (his veterinarian estimated), and his previous people apparently let him wander. That’s how he ended up trapped by the animal control officer, and was abandoned and “there” when I was looking for a cat.

Louie was a good ol' cat!

Louie was a good ol’ cat! He enjoyed watching birds in the fir tree out the back door. 

49 thoughts on “Post 66X: I’m not superstitious, but maybe you are!

  1. Your 666th post is a post to be proud of. I did special posts for both my 666th post on WP and when I got my 666th follower (just put 666 in the search on my blog if you are interested). Louie was beautiful. He reminds me of my daughter’s orange tabby, Leo.

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    • All day, every day, I’m trying to avoid stepping on the dark side…! Oh. Gotcha! Anyway, thanks. I didn’t plan on it being a memorial so much as an alternative to posting black cat photos in an inauspiciously numbered post. Too much hoodoo in one post, I suppose, is dangerous in some minds! It does work as a nice remembrance of a great cat, though, and Louie always is in my heart!

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    • Thanks! I always thought Louie was as pretty a cat as I ever met, and he was pretty smart, too. His curiosity was boundless. The day I brought him home from the shelter, I opened the carrier, and he ran right over to the first cabinet door he saw, and opened it. Before he was done, he’d run to every room and opened every cabinet door! Within 10 minutes of arriving at his new home, he had the joint cased! I’m sure my jaw dropped because I’d never seen a cat do anything like that before. Of course, when Andy (they smaller of the two brothers) demonstrated he can open doors, too, I was amazed because he is less than half Louie’s size. It’s quite the trick.

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  2. Oh Louie looks so damn cute. And I can see you had good care of him.
    Coco is black too. But I don’t listen to all this superstitious stories. Here we hear that if a black cat runs before you it is bad. Coco always run before me to the bedroom and then hides behind a bin to catch me. I enjoy that time with her. Superstition B*S* 😎 🐱

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  3. Like others, I did a special 666 post, too. I get annoyed when cats are trapped by animal control. In Tennessee they are considered free range animals. I like that. My boys go in and out the dog door as they please. We live in the country.

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    • Where I live, I’m within a short distance of two major roads. Louie was street savvy, but Andy and Dougy have no street experience. I decided when they were kittens they’s be indoor cats for their own safety. (Dougy’s hinting broadly that it’s past “feed the kitty time”, which I see it is, so I better get on the stick!)

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  4. I always get to your posts after everyone else has left lovely comments! All I can say is, Louie was drop-dead gorgeous, and what a personality he had. Thank goodness Andy and Dougy have filled a bit of the hole left in your heart when Louie died.

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    • When I went back to the veterinarian’s clinic to pick up Louie’s ashes in that sad little can, Tara (a technician there who raises pedigree cats) brought out a furball and placed it on the desk. The furball walked over to me and stole my heart! That was Andy. Later, I was offered Dougy because he and his litter mate Andy played well together. I’ll always be glad I had a chance to give Louie a happy 22 months in my home, but I’m glad, too, I accepted Andy and Dougy when offered them. (In retrospect, I doubt I’d take on two kittens again because they are cute but a handful! I ended up getting the KITTENS FOR DUMMIES book to help me through that phase opf their lives, and am glad I did.)

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    • Yeah, I’m glad I managed to takes tons of videos and photos of Louie because he was such a great companion when I first retired. You may notice he’s the subject of a photo (Louie as Captain Me-Ow) on the wall in photos of my current crop of kitties. I especially like that photo because it captures the spirit of Louie, as a super hero with cattitude (“It’s all about ME, and if your don’t believe it, you will say OW!”) A friend in New Zealand gave him the cute little capelet.

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  5. Awww yes the old 666. I had an old ford when I was younger and I had to depend on it to get to work and back, and get my kids to the sitter and back, and it was the car from hell.
    The car plates said hqn666. Man that car had the right place on it because when I drove it parts fell off left and right.
    I know all to well about watching where I step in the dark and the joys f getting up and stepping in black hair ball-ewww man.
    I have night lights through out the apt so I do not step on my girl. She is famous for walking under my feet in the middle of the night when I am trying to convince myself I do not need to go to the bathroom and try to stay asleep only to have to jump up and make a run, and Miss Thang is always on the run with me under my feet.
    Gotta love them.

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    • With very few changes (changing all “she’s” to “he’s”) I could write the same paragraph! Ha! I even had a car from hell, though the plate number ended in 599, almost “there” if turned upside down! Ha!

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