After Van Gogh (pictures above) died last spring, I did not have a cat. I didn’t want one right away. But as spring began to come around the corner, I decided I wanted company in my home.
Three weeks ago I went to a cat shelter and looked at dozens of cats. Two black cats took my eye. Then I went off to Florida on a vacation. Last Saturday, after I had come home, I went back to the shelter to visit the black cats. The first one didn’t seem interested in me. Then I looked at Coco in her cage. At first, she seemed noncommittal, but I didn’t leave. It was then she came to the front of the cage and demanded attention–rubbing, petting. The director suggested I sit with her in a large empty dog cage. She continued to be loving and attentive.
My daughter, who was with me, declared that I may 
not have chosen her, but Coco had chosen me. We have now had a week together to get to know one another.
I have learned she will sleep in the bedroom with me, but decide that it is time to rise about 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. when I want to get a few more hours in bed. The past two nights, I’ve gotten up, she’s has left the bedroom, I shut the door and get back in bed.
Coco is a nibbler when it comes to eating, and messy when it comes to drinking. I’ve not seen her do it, but I believe she plays with the water. Now her dishes are on a place mat. Coco has definitely made me her person. I do as commanded.
The first cat I had as a small child had followed my mother home, at least that is the way she told the story, was a large black cat. It did everything I wished. I could dress him in doll clothes and feed him with a doll’s bottle. That trick saved his life when he had pneumonia after being trapped in a cold creek.
The first cat my husband and I had was nearly black, a charcoal tiger. He loved snow and following my husband by leaping from one footprint to the next. When we returned from living overseas, we were joined by Himself and Herself, two mostly black kittens, who were with us for fourteen years.
Black cats are part of my past and present.
lakeafton 
She definitely chose you as her person. She waited 7 months for you to come along. I’m sure she knows you were worth the wait. She’s a sweet girl.
Love black cats. My Ozzie is getting up there in years and has some serious health issues. I know soon I will be making a difficult, although necessary decision. It will be strange to not have him in control of the house.
Coco is elegant and she knows it. A bit ago she decided it was time I gave her 100% of my attention. I didn’t have a choice.
Coco is a beauty. Hopefully she’ll soon realize getting up early isn’t gaining anything for her.