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!
Orange tabbies are OK, though. (Poor Louie. Aw well…!)
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. Yowza!
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 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!
Louie adored me, I think, but that doesn’t mean he minded very well. Fortunately, he was basically a pretty good boy!
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, and was abandoned and “there” when I was looking for a cat.
Louie was a good ol’ cat! He enjoyed watching birds in the fir tree out the back door.