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Black Cat

Posted: October 12, 2015 in Animals, blog, Halloween, Uncategorized
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I once owned a black cat. Her name was Blackie. I know, really original, but what can I say, I was only like 10. She was a good cat, stayed outdoors, never strayed. She didn’t ask to come in the house until she was much older and it was a very cold winter night. After that, she would just go out during the day and only come in at night. I never once thought of her as bad luck. Watching her from the kitchen window, rolling around in the dirt always brought a smile to my face. I came across some interesting facts about black cats and since it is nearing Halloween, thought it would be fun to share. blackcat4

  1. The Ancient Egyptians revered all cats as sacred, helpful and lucky. They were the symbol of Bastet, the cat-headed goddess of protection.
  2. Sometime during the Middle Ages, Europeans got the idea that black cats were associated with witchcraft. Some elderly, solitary women who often fed and cared for stray cats were misidentified as witches and the cats as their conspirators.
  3. In parts of England and Ireland, a black cat cross your path signifies good luck.
  4. Speaking of Great Britain, giving a cat to a bride in the English Midlands should bring good luck.
  5. In Scotland, a strange black cat arriving at your home means you may win the jackpot! A stray black cat arriving on your doorstep signals prosperity.
  6. If you’re German, you have to pay attention. If the cat crosses your path from right to left, that’s bad; left to right is good.
  7. If you’re a pirate, it gets even more complicated. If the black cat is walking toward you, it’s bad luck. If it’s walking away, that’s good. If the cat walks onto the ship and then back off, get off the ship because it’s going to sink.
  8. Fishermen and their wives saw black cats as good luck, with many keeping them on their ships or in their homes. Black cats became so highly valued that some could not afford them.
  9. In Japan, black cats are considered symbols of good luck, especially for single women. Owning a black cat is thought to attract potential suitors.
  10. In Russia, all cats are viewed as lucky.
  11. There is no one breed of black cat. There are 19 cat breeds in the Cat Fanciers Association directory that list “black” as a color option.
  12. Many black cats have golden eyes, which is the result of their high melanin pigment content.
  13. Black cats can be boys or girls, but more are male than female.
  14. Black Cat Appreciation Day is August 17.
  15. Black cats go with every décor, and, best of all, you can’t see their fur on your furniture!
  16. It’s bad luck to walk under a ladder that a black cat just passed. However, we would also suggest that it’s just good common sense not to walk under any ladder, whether or not a cat of any color is nearby.

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Many rescues suspend adoptions of black cats around Halloween. If you have a black cat, it is a good idea to keep them indoors on or near the Halloween holiday. Also keep all pets indoors on Halloween; the increased foot traffic, noises and costumes can be frightening to many pets.

I found this information on Pinterest but the original came from Petco.com

Thanks for reading. 😉

So what do you get the person that wants everything, but doesn’t need or even use it after you get it for them? That is my mom…one of the hardest people any more to buy for. Oldest had been counting the days till she could go Christmas shopping for the family.  Her daddy took her out Sunday night to get mine. Although they said she didn’t buy one thing for me, then mysteriously disappeared into the garage for about 30 minutes Monday evening. She was excited to finally get to shop. I hadn’t taken her the past few times I went. Kinda hard to shop for her when she is standing right beside you.  We headed out on Monday morning to have some fun and get the rest of her shopping done. Sis and dad were gonna be easy, but this year, Oldest said we had to find something for grandma with a cat on it. That way she would actually like or use what we bought.

Two years ago, my mom hinted that she really needed flannel sheets. For that Christmas, I bought her a set.  We moved here and ended up leaving the bed that was in her room. When she bought her new one, she bought a smaller bed. No more flannel sheets. I also bought her Mickey mouse pajamas. She loves Mickey or so I thought. I have seen her in them one time and that was last Christmas. Last year, she said she needed a new pair of house shoes. Now I bought her a pair the year before, never seen her wear them. She never once told me that they were the wrong size or I would have taken them back. She told me that the arthritis in her feet made the ones she had feel tight. She even picked out the pair she wanted one day when we were out but put them back. I made my way back to that store, fought the hoard of people shopping a couple of days before Christmas, stood in a line for atleast 40 minutes for her never to wear those stupid shoes. She told me recently they were too big. OMG lady. I got the wrong size twice? HOW???

One thing that you can never go wrong with is buying that woman something with a cat on it. You see, my mom loves cats🐾 and every time she sees something with a cat on it, she just ooohs and awwws about it. Well, right before Thanksgiving, we seen a huge throw with a picture of a cat on it. The perfect present! 🎁 Of course, I couldn’t buy it then and the next time we went, it was gone. Then my mom started talking about it, hinting. But every time we went, it was no where to be found. On Sunday, I looked it up on the website and it said that the store I shopped in had it in stock. I could order it and pick it up that day. Since we were going up there, I thought I would just hold off and take another look around to see if they had it. We walked the area atleast 2 times trying to find the throw or a person to ask for help.  I finally found a sales associate and showed her the picture. Well, she didn’t speak English very well, so she just pointed in the vicinity.  We walked around the housewares area again. The next guy I found, said he hadn’t seen them, but check in the back at the site to store area. Oldest and I eventually made our way back there, after picking up Little L’s present. The line was long. Long enough I wasn’t standing in it. So we went on. A little while later, we headed back to the back to see if the line had died down. It had. I walked right up to the counter and there was an assistant manager working. I showed her the picture and asked where it was. She said that she had actually tried to find it the day before and couldn’t. I told her that there were a ton up front right before Thanksgiving, but the person I wanted it for was with me. The next time they were gone. I said there is no way you sold out of them that quick. There were just too many. She just shook her head and said sorry. Then threw in that if I did find them in the store to come back and let her know.

We gave up after that and started looking at other things. After another 20 minutes of walking around that store, the only damn thing we could find was a night gown with drawn on cats. We also found a cat calendar to go with it. Oh boy, yeah, score! *sarcasm in case you couldn’t tell*  They say that it is the thought that counts, right? I sure hope that that’s true.  I like practical gifts. I asked for pillows and that is what she got me. Pillows…nice, new, fluffy, can’t wait till Christmas night to sleep on those bad boys…Pillows! 🙂

To start off this first weekend of December, I thought I would post something fun. Hope you enjoy!

Anyone that has or had cats, will relate to what I am about to say. I read a really cute Christmas poem on a blog the other day, (go ahead and check it out here.) It made me remember my experiences with kitty cats at Christmas. I had cats growing up but only had one that got to stay inside all the time. We always had a real tree and she never really bothered it. I remember her chewing on the bottom limbs or swatting at the tinsel. My mom bought her her very own kitty ornaments, that she could play with. She got a new one every year. When I moved out on my own, the first Christmas I didn’t have a cat, the second one, I had 2, but I had a small artificial tree that they didn’t seem interested in. When I got cat number 3, she was a kitten at Christmas time, and thought the tree was just wonderful. I was spending the holidays with my parents and my mom and I went shopping. When we got home, my dad had said my cat broke one of the ornaments. Well of course she did, and what did you know, it was one of my ornaments that I had put high up on the tree. He later told me that he saw her batting at it, but didn’t think it would break.

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The next Christmas I put up my tree at my house. The first night, I got in bed and I heard it. Tink tink tink. What the heck? Oh my ornaments. The little buggers had left it alone the whole day, now the lights were out, it was time to play. The next day, I  walked into the living room to find one cat actually hanging out of the middle of it, when I yelled, she knocked the whole tree over!

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That’s it, I was not going to have them tear up my tree. I ran out to the store and bought some of that spray stuff that is supposed to keep the animals away from the tree.  That night, I sprayed and sprayed to keep kitty away. It stunk so badly that I wanted to hide. No kidding. The one cat, that liked the ornaments, he backed down the hallway, very slowly, and kept looking at me as to say, “What the hell did you do woman??” It did keep him off of it as long as I sprayed it every night.

So at the last minute, my (now ex) jerk husband, got leave for a few days and wanted to go home. Ok, I asked the neighbor if she would feed and water the cats. Done. Now what do I do with the darn tree. I didn’t want to take it down. I knew it would be destroyed if I left it out in the living room. I know *light bulb* I would carry it into the spare bedroom that was mainly storage and just close the door. Well that was easier said then done. I asked for help, but never got it. So I had to drag the damn tree through the house and down the hallway. Losing ornaments and screaming at the cats to get away every step. I must have looked like a lunatic, now thinking back. But it was safe and sound in the room. When we got back, he actually helped me carry it back out to the living room and you know what, the silly ass cats left it alone the rest of time it was up.

Meowy Christmas! 🐾

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