These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
It's an obvious choice, I know, but I've always had a fondness for black cats. I grew up with one named Trouble. She was not terribly bright, nor as pretty as the one in this photo. But she was a very good sport.
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I had Inky for 17 years. She was the most amazing black cat. I miss her. You are right!
ReplyDeleteI love Trouble for a black cat's name. I hope the poor thing didn't live up to it.
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