Do you remember....? The old saying that something is as hard to find as 'a black cat in a coal bin at midnight'? Very few coal bins still exist, except in the very oldest of houses and even those are probably no longer being used. Coal bins and coal shoots were a reality in my life back in the 1940's. And altho I never owned a black cat, I understood the saying. It applied.
What I have become aware of, as I try for a good picture of Ebby, is that not
much of a black cat shows up in photographs...LOL
She is not a furniture cat. I've only seen her on my couch once, checking out a package. She steers clear of my recliner unless I am in it, offering a warm lap for sleeping.
I decided to move this arm chair into my bedroom. No particular reason, just a new location. It's an old chair that I bought as a bride and refinished. I then learned how to re-upholster the cushions and I did. It's called a "spool" chair, and has drop leaf arms that you can prop up with a swing out board from underneath. Back in 1959, it cost us $7- It was the first piece of furniture we bought as newlyweds. It serves no real purpose in my life anymore, but somehow I just don't get rid of it.
What is interesting is that within minutes of my putting it in the bedroom, and adding the throw, Ebby decided I must have done that for her. So I guess that is the reason for the move...LOL. It sits about 3" from my computer chair and she keeps an eye on me as I type. It's probably good that she has decided it's her "designated" spot...*VBS*
I don't hink her being here is coincidence. I told my DD#1 on Friday or Sat. that I had decided I needed a pet. A cat, middle aged, female, spayed, declawed, full shots record, short haired and one that had lived with a woman. All pretty specific requirements. She thought it was a good idea, and that I should check with my local pet shelter.
On Monday, an email crossed her desk at work, telling of Ebony, age 6 or 7, timid with children, spayed, declawed and needing a good home with a woman. I told DD I was interested but was Ebony a short hair. Turns out she was. Does it get much better than that?
She has already turned out to be such a blessing. And I am so grateful for this special blessing. I don't believe it was coincidence that Ebony and I ended up together...*VBS*
I will keep trying for a good picture of her..LOL.. but no promises, 'at night, all cats are black', you know.