T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label Blackie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blackie. Show all posts

Monday, June 8, 2009

Blackie

This is Blackie, a cat I found in our barn at The Cedars when he was only a few days old. I called him Black Lightning, because he moved so fast that I couldn't catch him. He has tufts of fur on the ends of his ears, which immediately endeared him to me. I loved that cat from when I first saw him.


Blackie loves a party, he loves people visiting the house. He's a sociable cat, extroverted when it comes to parties. He also eats at the table with whoever is there. We had Blackie until CZ developed asthma and he moved to my mother's house on Montclair. My mother said "He can't come here, I have a cat; put him down." A few days later I drove him over to her house and announced he was now living with her; "Blackie," I said, "this is your new home." He didn't object, he was always upwardly mobile. He soon became my mother's favourite. So, from the barn to our house, to our house in the city, to the big house on Montclair, to an apartment in Toronto, and next (as my mother enters a retirement home) to my brother and sister-in-law's home! What a character!


Here's Blackie waiting for his breakfast, I think it was French toast... could he chow down!


Here's Blackie (from his life in the country) with a birthday card in front of him, waiting to be opened. I think Blackie's a Taurus, like me.