He looks fierce and intimidating, but he is just a pussycat, really. Pistachio spent the better part of the day trying to stay dry. In the late afternoon he was happy to just stretch out on the patio and let out a big yawn. This picture reminds me that looks can be so deceiving.
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Do you know, I have a major "thing" for black cats, having planned on getting one when I was a wee tot. I made the bed and picked her out from a farm near our country house in Vermont and then my father said I couldn't get her. He was a great guy but didn't want any mess in his house, which soon wasn't his house anyway. It left me with a lifelong love of black cats, which I haven't had yet. I tell my first cat, Cassandra, that she is time traveling because she is really that cat. When I see a cat like Pistachio, it does a lot for me, more than just looking at a beautiful black cat. There's something deeply satisfying about it because it reminds me of an early love. That's a brilliant photo you took, as usual.
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