Herbie Perscutter II
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You are walking down the street and a black cat crosses your path. What do you do? Whether you dismiss it or not, many people think of it as some kind of a bad omen. Black cats and bad luck is a superstition that has lived on even in modern society. Past events, and present misconceptions of these cats keep this unfortunate stereotype alive.
Black is a colour that often brings an emotional response. What do you think of when you imagine this colour? Night, darkness, boring, no colour, dark, evil, scary are all common (and generally negative) words to describe black. This negative connotation of the colour black also applies to black cats. The portrait of the black cat as an omen of bad luck began with accusations of witchcraft and witch-hunts many years ago. It was believed that black cats had magical powers that allowed them to transform themselves into witches.
- Lynette Glavich
- Las Vegas
- Province, Country:
- NV, United States
- Burmese we think.
- Date of Birth:
- dropped at our door on 8/2003
- Not Provided
- Coat Colour:
- Eye Colour:
I found my parents one hot summer day in August. They fed me smoked salmon to coax me out of the bushes. I was about 6-8 weeks old. I loved them right away and purred and rubbed against them every chance I got.
They took me to the doctor in a BOX and I was checked over and given my shots. I was very brave and did not fuss much. However, when I had to go again for a bladder infection and stay the night for tests, I let them know I was not happy about it. I just could not help it when I went potty on the back seat of the SUV.. :)
I love my mom and dad. I follow them from room to room. Sometimes I must stand in front of the computer screen until they get the idea I want some attention. I am persistant in this. I stretch out everywhere I can. I sometimes sleep right between them.They feed me snacks and that is my favorite thing right now. I have them well trained.
I fetch and I bring them toys in bed to encourage them to play. They are very good about it. I go outside on a very long leash to explore. They keep an eye on me and untangle me from bushes. I have several friends who come over to play. I chase them away as I am the boss here.
I will run and jump on the bed over and over and meow quite loudly when I want them to get up. I lick their hair and get into things I am not suppose to. This usually annoys them and then they get up... I am just a little spoiled. I love my life and I am very lucky they found me.