From commentor El Tiburon:
There was always a cat or two around the house when I was growing up. We seemed, for whatever reason, to gravitate to black cats. Blacky and Black Cat (very original, I know) are the two I recall the most vividly.
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The college and post-college years are not the most conducive to pet ownership, so I didn’t pursue it too much. At age 30, I was suddenly married and entering the “settling down” phase (or so I thought) of my life. So to help make my house a home, I began a cat search. Pre-Google days the local animal shelter was the only place I searched. I would venture down to the ‘pound’ every few days or so searching out a suitable selection. My only demands that the cat be friendly and black.
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The cats were kept at the back of the facility, so you had to walk past all of the dogs in their cages. It was heart breaking to hear all of those yelps and barks of all of those discarded and lost dogs.
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A few weeks in, it was looking kind of hopeless. But one day as I was scanning all of the cats, I came upon a cage at the end of the row. Inside was a small, black kitten. I walked up to the cage and stuck my hand up to it. The kitten, a female, immediately approached and the purring kicked into overdrive. That was it: love at first sight. I took her out and held her and she eagerly reciprocated all of the love and attention I was giving her.
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Going on 15-years Allie has been a great comfort and companion. She is very affectionate and scampers up to me when I arrive home. Most nights find her snuggled up next to me and during the day she is never to far away.
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I am on Wife #2 with a child, one on the way and a dog. But Allie maintains a special place in my heart and she always will. I know the cliché is old, but it is so appropriate: I didn’t so much save her as she saved me. And she does every single day.
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