Cats wind up in shelters for a lot of reasons, and very few of them are "because s/he was a bad cat." People lose their jobs, or move away and don't take their pets. Kids leave for college. People die. People lose the wherewithal to feed themselves, much less an extra, meowing mouth. And in all of these cases the cats, who have no idea what's going on, wind up suffering for it.
Amazing cats come from shelters. Adult cats who don't need to be trained; kittens who have all the world in front of them. Cats whose personalities are already plain when you meet them, making it so much easier to find the right cat for you. Cats who need you.
I've been very upfront about why none of my current cats are from shelters, and why my lifestyle and emotional needs are better met by reputable breeders. But if you don't fall into this category, and feel that there might be a cat-shaped hole in your life, go and take a look at your local shelter.
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June 10 2012, 00:05:54 UTC 5 years ago
Simon, my other kitty, is a completely black monstrosity that I adopted from a coworker who's bluepoint Siamese escaped and got knocked up. I'm pretty sure his dad was a Maine Coon; he's so big and goofy and lovable that I really can't stand it ...and there goes my lappie mouse as a cat toy. SIMON!
And no, I had no concerns about him being a Basement Kitty; the best cat I'd ever had as a kid was named Spook, and she had a personality that made you sit up and pay attention. :3 So no, I've never had issues with having black cats. It makes me sad that people dislike them, because I wouldn't trade my dark darlings for anything.
June 10 2012, 04:09:10 UTC 5 years ago
(Pic is of our Heidi.)
June 10 2012, 18:15:56 UTC 5 years ago