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Once upon a time I bought a house. It was a small house, but a good house. It had a small wooden shed in the back yard built by the previous owners of the house. Across the street from this house was a little old lady that loved cats. She had lots and lots of cats. ...lots and lots.
One day, I ventured into the shed to get some tools and was swatted by this rather mean and nasty cat that had a few babies in that shed. The mama cat of course had come from the lady across the street and had seven babies in my shed. The mama cat was quite feral and not a friendly cat at all, but I made friends with her seven babies and kept them all. When they got old enough I got them fixed so they wouldn't make any more little kiddos and they made themselves at home along with me. (...and no, none of these happened to be Black Kitty.)
These cats were indoor/outdoor kitties and could come and go as they pleased. I took good care of them and they were happy to have a good place to stay.
A couple of years after I bought my house, a new neighbor moved in next door that wasn't all that much pleased with the cats around the neighborhood and started to catch any cats that happened to jump into his homemade wooden cat trap. It was a distinctive looking trap that he had made himself and gave me a bit of a worry when I would see it set out in his yard. I talked to him about my seven little friends, told him they were all fixed and collared, and he assured me he was just catching the feral cats from the "Cat Lady" across the street from us.
One day, my calico cat "Mary Sunshine", who lived outside but came around for dinner each evening didn't show up. Nor did she the next day. I went to my neighbor and asked him if he might have caught my calico cat and he assured me that he hadn't. I called the pound the next day and sure enough someone on my street had brought in a calico cat. I went to the pound and sure enough there was Mary Sunshine and the homemade wooden cat trap from my neighbor's house sitting on the floor next to her cage. On top of the trap was a note along with the next door neighbor's address on it written - "Would like to borrow another cat trap from the pound."
This event started another series of interesting stories, such as those that we could liken to the Hatfields and McCoys, but we'll just move on to the topic at hand - Black Kitty.
So of course, I got Mary Sunshine out of the pound and brought her home. Which leads us to where I was introduced to Black Kitty.
Out of the seven kitties, there were two black sisters. One stayed strictly around the house while the other tended to stray off here and there a good bit of the time. Since she strayed off quite a bit, she wasn't one that I was really close too, but I knew she was one of the bunch and would recognize her when she was around. Wandering off for a few days wasn't something that was too odd for her, but while at the pound I saw a black cat in a cage that resembled her so I figured since Mary Sunshine was there that maybe this was her black sister that likes to wander off on occasion and had also been caught by the new neighbor next door. The pound 'warden' told me that this black cat had been caught somewhere else a bit away from my neighborhood and had been there for several weeks so it wasn't likely going to be one of the cats I own, but I felt a bit of worry that it could very well be the sister of these other cats I've been caring for, so I took her home with me too.
Once at home, she was very happy and followed me around everywhere I went... everywhere. She didn't care whether we were inside or outside, she just followed me everywhere I went. This wasn't like the black sister I knew before that liked to run off and be to herself, so I thought it odd that she would do this. The next day while walking outside from the house to the yard, she followed me like she had been doing since I brought her home. Then, while being followed by this cat it turned around lifting and waggling its tail just to show how happy it was from being freed from the pound jail and I realized, "Oh... this cat couldn't be the missing black sister kitty because this cat has a couple of wazzawazzits on it". Sure enough... it wasn't a she, but a he.
The black sister kitty eventually showed back up days later, but what to do with this new kitty?
Being the friendly character he is, Black Kitty was welcomed into my home to stay.
...and to this day he continues to follow me around wherever I go.
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