I've never been superstitious. That is a very good thing because there is something about this house that seems partial to black cats.
When we moved in here about 3 1/2 years ago we brought our barn cats. We moved two black cats, one orange & white cat, and one black & white mixed cat. It can be hard to move barn cats. But they all seemed to do ok after a few days.
Somehow over the years, all of the cats with colored fur have disappeared except for one gray fluffy cat. The other 5 out there are all black. Two of my pregnant cats had me a little hopeful. The neighbor's multi-colored tom cat had been over visiting my promiscuous little kitties. And I was hoping for some stripes or at the very least, more gray.
This morning, my two momma cats were nowhere to be seen. I went out to the barn and found them both. They had their kittens together. In the same place. And they are all black. Seven little black kittens. I don't know whose kittens are whose, and I guess it doesn't matter. Somehow these two mommas have decided to tag team this parenting deal. They are both feeding the babies and keeping them warm.
I may have to start ear tagging these cats or something. Since they refuse to integrate any different looking traits in to their fur. *sigh* I do love them all! But they are definitely making this difficult!
I think I may make a sign for the front yard "Black Cat Farm".
Tonight I am thankful for all my little matching kitties. I cross their paths. They cross my path. We're all ok. But seriously, I'm brainstorming over here on how to tell all these guys apart!!
P.S. I took a picture for this blog. But guess what? 9 black cats in a picture (the 2 mommas, and 7 babies) looks like a big black blob of fur. I could also take a picture of a pair of pants on the floor in a pile and it would look a little similar. They are cuter in person, thankfully!