I know I’ve been away several days now. Some know that running motif in my life that as the Black Cat I have lived by and know all too well. That is, the Black Cat returns. No, I’m not referring to that time, that year, when I returned home to my ancestral place, Salem, Massachusetts.Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
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A Black Cat Moment
The plump, mucky mouse is lost in my maze.
A Black Cat Moment
There’s this mucky mouse, see, that thinks it’s a rat, see, been playing with me, see, striving to escape, see, waking from its nap, see, soons finds out it’s trapped, see.
A Black Cat Moment
I once ate a rat. It was eight inches long. It took me three years to swallow it whole. I licked its dried up blood off my left paw during its funeral.
A Black Cat Moment
Do you know what I did? The rat race king selected two of his best mice minions to fight me. Those mice thought they would feast upon my sleek, shiny coat for they had envisioned my dead body a ceremonial public banquet to be placed upon and served on their dirty refectory table. Bad move,Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
Dear Cat People, As you know, I can’t stand rats, mice, and all types of rodents, especially the grey ones. Their rat race is dirty, tricky, lazy. All they build are nests, nests, and more entangled nests. They lie, steal and spy all day. You know very much who they are. They make me sickContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Valentine’s Day Massacre
You see, the difference between you and me is my eyes remain wide open while yours are still wide shut. You see, the difference between you and me is I offer blessings while you deliver curses. You see, the difference between you and me is I like licking on long-lasting lollipops while you like suckingContinue reading “A Black Cat Valentine’s Day Massacre”
A Black Cat Moment
When your little black, ball-shaped eyes stare at me, I know you think you see me. Your blindfold makes you believe that. Can’t you see yourself in me? Just because you have whiskers, and I have whiskers, doesn’t mean we’re the same. Mine are pointed and ready, yours fatigued and sweaty.
A Black Cat Moment
You left me crooked there with that remark you just made. Let me straighten your angle. You seem a little lost in thought again. So you say you do it for the thrill. What’s that? You’ll need more chunks of cheese trails to chase after me? You mean those third-party hookers just won’t do? CheddarContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
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