Black Cats Rock! Just Ask Gibson!

 

From 2014, Gib spies with his blue eyes, Binx, our handsome feral tuxedo cat!

While we did a post for International Cat Day, did you know that August 17th was International Black Cat Appreciation Day? Yes, I knew about it and had this post ready to go, but now I'm over a week late, but you know how life goes! But I had to pay homage to the most beautiful black cat I ever knew...our beautiful feral boy, Binx, who as I mentioned in another post was brought to our house when he was just a kitten by our other adopted cat, Smokie. My daughter kept talking and sitting with him, building up enough trust that he finally one day accepted treats from her hand! 

He never allowed any one to pick him up, but he did eventually permit us to pet him, and purred his joy,  I even had him vetted to be healthy, and also microchipped. We got a collar with tags on him so anyone who didn’t know him would know he had family and not try to trap him or harm him. Now, catching a skittish feral cat, and crating him to get him safely to the vet, is quite another tale of its own! Oh, and I’m allergic, but I did it!) When he was let out of the crate there, I had never seen a cat literally fly until that moment!!! Once all checked, rabies vaxxed, and microchipped, he then had the return trip home and release…and still stuck around! So he forgave me! MOL!

Binx was basically adopted by our whole neighborhood, but chose our house as our main residence! (Well, there was that one year he "disappeared" for most of the year, and then returned like nothing happened! He just decided to live at another's family's place. Such is a cat!) I was thrilled when he sauntered back to our house. 

Binx reminded me so much of my childhood full black cat named "T.C." (for Top Cat, named after one of my fave childhood cartoons, even though the cartoon T.C. was not black).

Can you spot our handsome security CAT, "Binx?!" MOL!

Always a love bug. Other than he didn't like being picked up, you'd never know he was a feral kitten! We could coax him inside on stormy days, but-in true feral kitty form-be'd quickly wait at the front door, meowing to escape. But, oh, how he loved dancing and "making biscuits!" He'd reach his cute white-socked paws up on us and knead away! He was truly a neighborhood cat, but we loved him as our own!

He definitely "owned" our property! So we bought him a scratching  post, a bed, and a cat house with a heated pad for the winter!
 
  We loved how comfy he made himself! Our “watch cat!”
 

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  1. What a joyful life he led with you to care for him! It's not easy handling a feral cat, or a colony, I appreciate the hard work which went into it.

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