My brothers are protons, my sisters are neurons
No wonder Autolycus has spent the entire evening coming between me and my computer. It's National Black Cat Day. He is only seeking the attention that is his due. I regret nothing. His purr is wonderfully reassuring.
Meanwhile Hestia has taken to hanging out on a stack of boxes by the door which put her at perfect drive-by petting height. It is really cool to see her flop over temptingly and then not flytrap at all, vibrating with her own small and distinct purr. She was so protective of her belly for years.
Of course, when I tried to take some photographs of them in honor of the holiday, I found Autolycus curled up next to the kettle like a cat who had forgotten that he once burned his foot running across a recently used stovetop and Hestia nestled into the recyling because it's right by the hot-air vent in the kitchen and both of them looking like cats who were much more interested in being warm than photogenic. I'm not sure if the blurriness is low light or low battery or both. Oh, well.


They are our black cats and I love them.
Meanwhile Hestia has taken to hanging out on a stack of boxes by the door which put her at perfect drive-by petting height. It is really cool to see her flop over temptingly and then not flytrap at all, vibrating with her own small and distinct purr. She was so protective of her belly for years.
Of course, when I tried to take some photographs of them in honor of the holiday, I found Autolycus curled up next to the kettle like a cat who had forgotten that he once burned his foot running across a recently used stovetop and Hestia nestled into the recyling because it's right by the hot-air vent in the kitchen and both of them looking like cats who were much more interested in being warm than photogenic. I'm not sure if the blurriness is low light or low battery or both. Oh, well.


They are our black cats and I love them.

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Smek.
signed,
Autolycus
Prrrt.
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I have to say: you do an excellent job, actually, of photographing your black cats. When I try to get a picture of Jiji, he always looks like an undifferentiated hole of blackness against whatever thing he's sitting on.
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both of them looking like cats who were much more interested in being warm than photogenic. I'm not sure if the blurriness is low light or low battery or both. Oh, well.
Black cats are hard to photograph! I've heard, actually, that this has become a problem regarding adoptions. Most rescues and shelters these days primarily attract people into adopting animals through websites and photographs, and if they can't get a cute picture of an animal, it's less likely to be chosen. That plus their reputation for being bad luck means that black cats have trouble being adopted, at least in the US. Which is very sad.
But on a happier note, here's my own black cat, Smudge, also preferring warmth to the camera: https://www.instagram.com/p/BMAUSiOh0c4/
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