Counting cats, curiosity, and clashes

 

 

If a black cat walks by in the dark, does anyone see it?

 

This is a shot of both Bootsie, and Allie, can you see him back there?.

 

It’s late at night I am wandering outside in the dark looking for Bootsie. I am tired, and all I would like is for his highness to come inside, so I can lock the doors down, and go to bed.  The tapping of the spoon on the tin of cat food is conjuring up black cat clones that follow me meowing, and rubbing against my legs, the problem is none of them are Bootsie.

In the inky darkness black cat, after black cat responds to the clanging of the cat food tin.  Circling around my bare feet, purring, and I peer into their faces to do a visual inspection.

One, two, three …..four.

One, no, that’s not him, it’s next door Allie,  two, no that’s Tommy, I can tell by the walk.  Three?  Could that be him? Ahhhh no, it’s Jetson the shy one.

Bootsie?  Boooooootsie, where are you cat number 4, I hiss, softly clanging the tin of cat food, and mentally cursing the dim lighting outside of our condo.  What are the odds that of all the condos in the front of our building, there would live four beautifully black, and nearly identical cats?  There is a definite hierarchy here, with Allie being the top cat, Bootsie is second, then come Tommy, and Jetson. And when they don’t get along, every one knows.  The good thing, if one of them does something bad, no one else can tell them apart like the owners can.

Of all of the cats, Boots is the one who refuses to respond until I quietly shush Allie away, and distract him, so Boo can dart inside to be rewarded with that tantalizingly smelly canned cat food

Trust me when a black cat walks by in the dark, it’s really hard to tell it was there.

Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams