“Lost our old black cat since Tuesday. Last seen on our front porch.“flyer on mailbox
Whenever I see these lost cat posters stuck on our mailbox I feel sad for the owners and their cats. But this one stopped me in my tracks. I knew the cat in this poster. Cachou is a regular visitor to our backyard, but strange, I had not seen him in weeks.
Black cats are honored with various special days dedicated just for them such as Black Cat Appreciation Day in August as well as Black Cat Awareness Month in October. Both occasions celebrate the charm and beauty of black cats and aim to highlight their plight of being the least adopted cats in shelters. It’s important for these events to exist to dispell the long-standing myth about black cats as being evil or bad luck. Which we know is simply not true.
I have always admired black cats, so regal and elegant, perfectly silhouetted against any background. They make great subjects for art in all its forms from illustrations, photography and pop culture. I cannot fathom why in this day and age, silly superstitious myths surrounding black cats still exist largely in our Western culture.
But I have never had the good fortune to cross paths with these beautiful house panthers until old Cachou decided that our deck at 10 am gets the perfect dose of sunshine. Cachou was like the cat who walks by himself, all places being alike to him. Whether it was on his front porch or our deck chair, he felt at home. I knew nothing about him except that he lived in the house opposite ours, he was friendly and liked to engage in conversation.
In the early spring when the snow has started to melt, I would find him sitting in one of our large flower pots warmed by the sun, enjoying the bedding provided by the dried straw and dead foliage. He would sit in that spot for hours, just staring out at the cats as they stare back at him from the catio.
And then he stopped coming over.
I wondered what happened to him, and then I saw that poster…..
Sadly, Cachou was never found.
But I hope that wherever he may be now, he is basking in a patch of sunshine, sitting in a flowerpot, as if he belonged there.
To me, he is the sweet black cat that sat quietly.
The black cat that walked by himself, all places alike to him.
A black cat crossed my path
I couldn’t give him a forever home
But I gave him a flower pot to call his own
We have 9 cats and none of them are black. We probably never will have a black cat because we’ve reached our cat limit! But I am happy for those brief encounters Cachou shared with me. So let’s celebrate beautiful black cats like Cachou and all of those still waiting for homes in shelters.
And if a black cat happens to cross your path, give him a forever home. It’s pure good luck.
How are you celebrating Black Cat Awareness Month? Are you blessed with the grace and beauty of a house panther? If so, I’m jealous, but don’t tell the Chirpies!