Cats! They’re everywhere herds of them, hiding in yards, laying beneath parked cars. You can see the “scared” in their eyes. They trust no one like Scully and Mulder.
The black cat is the keeper of the X-files, urban kitty lore of a time before the storm, when they were treated kindly on porches, or invited inside to ferret out tasty little rodents, that made women scream. Black cat said that “Our Kind was worshiped and adored before the storm,” something about a black plague.
Black cats are the eternal keepers of kitty knowledge. This explains the religious hating and fear through the ages.
Cats of other colors do what they must to make it through the day, avoiding dogs or moving car parts. The search for a meal takes so much energy. Fresh meat, a thing of the past in this neighborhood; when was the last time you saw a mouse?
Black cat said living was easy for a time after the storm. Rats and mice and tasty rodents he couldn’t name ran all over the city. The living was easy.
There isn’t a living cat on the street from that time of plenty. Progress took care of that. Descendants hear the tale in the cool of evening from the black cat, while they wait for the meals that don’t come.
Yes, I know this isn't about dogs. Hope you like it anyway. Tricia
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I’m a dog lover, dogs, dog behavior fascinates. In Illinois I run a dog school, boarding, doggie day care. Improving our relations with dogs my passion; happy dogs my goal since 1983. In Puerto Rico I listen to island dogs “satos” or street dogs tell me about their lives contrasts and comparisons of our pets, island dogs and wild dogs’ behavior. Dog language and social interaction is far more amazing than I could have imagined. Exploration the lives of canis familiaris by Tricia Carr
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