Blackie

Blackie was a pure black cat born and raised on our farm. Her father was a beautiful chocolate point Himalayan cat. A tenant that we had had on our farm left him at our farm when he moved. He trained our Samoyed dog never to chase cats again. Bandit leaped into our Samoyed dog’s nose as she chased him around our house. Polly, our dog, let out a little scream, and that was the end of her ever bothering another cat again on our farm.

Blackie’s Mother was born and raised on our farm. She was an excellent huntress. She would catch and kill many mice. We had pigs on our farm then, and many mice would hang out under the pig feeders. She kept busy riding our farm of field mice.

Blackie would follow me all over our farm. The minute I left the house in the morning, she was there to outstanding me. She was an excellent lap cat. Blackie would sit on my lap in the summer months on our front porch and purr away contentedly as I patted her on her head. Blackie also loved to be held on my Grandmother’s lap as she wore a large apron that she could snuggle up in and be cozy as a bug in a rug. She loved the homemade Gravy my Grandmother made for my cats when she visited us.

Blackie had many kittens over the years. She had a beautiful black kitten that I named Midnight. I would let Midnight in our house now and then. He loved to sleep in a nice cozy chair that we had in our house. She had many kittens that we adopted out to good and loving homes. Blackie lived to be about eleven years old before she died. She was a very loving and caring cat.