October is the month

of the Black Cat

Here is Mr. B.B who is pausing in a high

window in our woodshed much to the disturbance

of the swallows and their kin who fly in and out of here

a million times to sustain on mosquitoes, flies and other

insects that pester us. We wish BB could curb his taste for bird

but alas a black cat likewise prefers poultry.

BB we hope to tame and have spent years getting a little closer

to inviting him in with our other black cats. He is reluctant to

leave his feral brothers and sisters and torn between the 2 worlds, one warm and comfortable and the other on the streets of the country with the thugs and creeps as abundant as in a busy city ghetto. A feral cat always has a wildness to her and even house cats go wild sometimes, flashing back to their root behaviors that make them fierce and then docile to conserve energy.

I hope when we go to Mars, we will take our cats. Although they only like Friskies canned food lately and the spaceship will get to be smelling pretty bad after a year or two, we have a decade or so to work out the kinks.

See you then.

Have a great October Black Cat Celebration