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Cat Noir CC is a humorous blog dedicated to all cats because they all deserve to be cared for and loved. There is a special spot in my heart, and the beating pulse of this blog, for black cats, also known as voids by their fans. They, the cats not the human admirers, have a rougher go of it than felines of other colors. Black cats and dogs can languish in a no-kill shelter cage longer, or be euthanized more readily in other shelters, than their colorful counterparts mostly because of the stigma that surrounds them.

Black cats have a bad rap because superstition surrounds the color of their fur, which is associated with witchcraft and satanic ritual. This isn’t the Middle Ages. If anyone would like to revisit that time, might I suggest you start by disconnecting your electricity, sewer and smart phones? I am running a sale on chamber pots if you should need one.

Then there is the bad luck associate with black cats. They do not precipitate bad luck anymore than stepping on a crack will break your mother’s back. If you still have doubts, ride an albatross with a four-leaf clover glued to your forehead when running errands.

Black cats also suffer from the perception that they are not as photogenic as their counterparts. Yes, it takes a little more skill, a little more light and perhaps a little more patience. Very few cats are eager to have their picture taken resulting in 99 out of a hundred blurred shots of the cat’s backside. There have even been a few articles about voids not looking good in selfies, newsflash—most of us do not look good in selfies. Seriously, how many do you take before you actually plaster one all over social media? During the month of October, many shelters won’t let people adopt black cats to keep them out of the hands of those looking for a Halloween party accessory. Let’s face it; some humans should be carved rather than pumpkins. All sentient beings deserve to be treated with kindness and dignity.

I have three black cats—‑brothers from different mothers. Whiskey, who adopted me, Boris, who I adopted from a volunteer rescue organization, and Virgil, who was a feral kitten but was very ill and was saved by a veterinarian who fed the colony. When I adopted Boris, his foster mother hugged me because she had been so worried that he would be left behind by all the people fawning over the calicos, the torties, the tabbies and the tuxedos. I wouldn’t trade Whiskey, Boris or Virgil for anything in the world, not because they are black, but because they part of my family.

As a rule, I stray from sad stories and statistics about black cats, or anyone else for that matter, because I believe that laughter can also create a caring culture. The happiest days are when someone tells me that after following our social media and blog, that they adopted a black cat. I am, of course, also happy when any cats finds a forever home with a loving family that will soon discover a new ruler of the house is among them.

Remember, black absorbs all the visible colors of the spectrum, in this case, what it reflects is up to you.

Read the blog at CatNoirCC.com. Follow us on Facebook and Instagram for daily photos of the boys. Handcrafted cards, bookmarks, jewelry, kitchen items, stickers and other goodies are coming with a portion of profits going to a non-profit benefiting cats as soon as the brothers agree on one.

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