The Black Cat
Have I told you before that I love cats? I
have around three cats living with me, one of them, Cathy, has just died recently.
We used to call her Cathy all the time but my father would much prefer calling her Tres.
Cathy was such a chirpy and brave cat, neighborhood dogs fear her a lot. She rarely sleeps at daytime. You would likely
see her chasing small rodents all the time. Often times, you would see her
sitting on laps watching butterflies fluttering by. Her favorite past time was daydreaming. She shamelessly
exposes her belly for anyone-as if always asking for a free belly rub.My friends
despise her for her color (black cats are bad luck) but I don’t see her that
way. She has never been a bad luck, she even struts around like a celebrity
cat. After her harrowing experience of being run over by a car, I couldn’t
bring myself to have another pet cat.