Sweetie
Warm to the touch, black.
Soft to the touch, black.
Curled and purring in the crook of my arm.
How could anyone consider you bad luck?
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Later, Miss Slater 
My son has a black cat (Kiki) too who loves looking out of the windows. But she rarely lets anyone hold her, besides my son. So when I need some warmth I snuggle up with our dog, Chip.
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Oh, my little black cat loves to snuggle, especially when I’m on the computer. I love her green eyes. Glad you have your dog to hug. Thanks for stopping by my blog with a comment. 🙂
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ah yes – how could anyone – they’re just too sweet to have that bad reputation
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So agree, Claudia. Mine is so trusting and loving. Thanks for visiting me!
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