having a black cat is the best. imagine the shadow bit from peter pan, but it frequently hangs out in your sink and sometimes instead of being sewn to you, you wake up and it’s on your chest and mouth breathing straight down the barrel of your nostrils
i miss my cat so fucking muuuuuuuch. his name was alfie but my mom called him slinky because he was long and skinny and he Slinked around and i called him stinky because he was always cleaning himself but his breath smelled foul and my brother called him sooty because he was coal black. he hated being picked up and cuddled and fussed in general but whenever i came home to visit from uni (before i dropped out) he would come running to greet me and spend an hour rolling over letting me pet his tummy and purring before pretending he didn't know me except when it was dinner time. i'll never have another cat like him :(