My.Cat: BlackBeary

0916121752aOne day, way back when I was living in Dallas, must have been about 1998, I was driving to work down Royal Lane [which has a grassy median], and I almost hit the car in front of me when the driver slammed on the breaks. I was pretty pissed, to say the least, until I saw what at first I thought was a rat run out in front of the car. By the time the “rat” got to the median, I realized it was a kitten. So I stopped. I couldn’t leave a kitten to survive on a four lane, busy street like Royal.

Yes, there is a sucker born every minute, and stray cats know where we live.



That’s the day that BlackBeary found me. I stuffed her under my shirt and drove this starving waif to the vet. She’s been with me ever since. I named her BlackBeary because with her sitting there, in the palm of my hand [she was that young, that small], she looked like a tiny black bear.














4 thoughts on “My.Cat: BlackBeary

  1. I love Blackbeary – I hope this link opens for my friend Grace who has “Henry” another wonderful black cat (even though he bit me when he was mad).

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    • I’m sure that BlackBeary loves you too. Well, as much as a cat can love a human, because you know we are the inferior species. WordPress isn’t like FB. You don’t need an account to access the web pages. It’s like a regular web/blog page.


  2. She looks like my cat, except Mr, Beastie has his black tuxedo with white ruffle and white spats. He was a stray we got from the humane society. And as soon as I held him, for the first intro, to see if we would get along, he started nuzzling his muzzle into my hand and purring full-force. He is a charmer.



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