Posted on 08/17/2022 7:12:49 AM PDT by Diana in Wisconsin
Funny, our black cats show up better at night than the all gray one. Gray Kitten just blends.
That’s Pepper!
He can’t stand peace and quiet unless he is the only cat around. Otherwise he has to raise hell with the others.
Another of my black cats (through the years) was named Sidney. We called him, ‘Sid The Squid.’
My Dad called him, ‘Kunta Kitteh’ after ‘Kunta Kinte’ from the, ‘Roots’ TV Mini-series. ;)
‘Darth-Ann’ Very creative!
One of our favorite toys as kids (before everything needed batteries) was a cat doll Grandma made for us out of an old black sock. she had sparkly silver button eyes and a face sewn on with embroidery floss and long whiskers.
Her name was, ‘Meredith’ which is a great cat name! :)
“‘Darth-Ann’ Very creative!”
Well, she was feral and we fed her on the screen porch for a couple years. Black and muscular, so “Darth”.
Then one day I woke up and my husband yelled, “You have to come and see this.” There was Darth sprawled on the sidewalk outside the kitchen window nursing three kittens. (Now known as Mel, Duke, and Maris.) So we added the “Ann”.
“He” did seem to be getting a bit pudgy and we figured we might have been putting out too much kibble.
“Tess and Tilly are adorable. Are they litter-mates?”
Yes, they were sisters and had been Foster Kitties for 4 years before my ex found them. They were hard to place because they needed to stay together, I guess. They were hard to tell apart, but eventually we could. Tilly had a slightly smaller face than Tess.
Their names, when we got them, were Contessa and Matilda, LOL! WAY too fancy for a farm cat!
They’ve been gone a good 10 years, now. Both lived well into their teens and died within a month of one another, which was fitting.
A few years ago my Mom found some young cats that needed a home, so she brought them out to my farm. A gray and two blacks, so we named them, ‘Larry, Daryl and Daryl,’ LOL!
Larry decided that he’d rather live at the neighbor’s horse farm (where he still is) and Little Daryl was walking along the top of a dog kennel and fell in and that was the end of him, and Big Daryl still visits from time to time - he’s, ‘Gone Native.’ ;)
She’s a beauty! What a lovely, shiny coat! :)
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