Did you know that black cats in rescues are often the last to be homed? Some never find a forever home.
Why? I don’t get it.
Gizmo – or Gizzie the Mo – or Gizzie - or Mo – grew up to be the most beautiful cat. He would lie in your arms like a baby and he used to talk – chitter and squawk – standing up on his back legs and stretching up his arms.
He used to frighten me to death, chirruping at me from the roof of the house!
Six years ago at the age of fourteen, he died in his sleep. He’d shown no signs of illness at all.
Funny, lovely, crazy little puss!
What’s not to love?
You can read more about the difficulty of rehoming black cats at Catchat.
And this one isn't totally black, but he's beautiful - Huggy - our feral cat from many years ago. Kitten without a clue. Didn't even know how to wash himself until my lovely ginger cat, Leo, taught him how. He came to us infested with worms and fleas and was a bit whiffy, but he grew into a huge, cuddly cat. He certainly lived up to his name!