12 Amazing Facts About BLACK CATS

Black cats are Beautiful ❤❤

I love black cats, they are so majestic and magical ♥

I adore my black cat. In January 2023, my elderly black cat passed away. I ended up adopting a black cat from the shelter to help me and my tortoiseshell cat in our grief. This little black kitty has been such a huge help. I love him so much, and so does my tortie. He's just bought so much joy and comfort.

All of my cats have been black, purely by chance, and I just love them. I love all cats to bits, but I feel just a little bit of extra adoration when I see a black cat. 😊

I've adopted two black cats and I couldn't be happier. They're the sweetest cats I've ever known.

“If a black cat crosses your path, it means that the animal is going somewhere.” --- Groucho Marx

Black cats are extremely loving n affectionate!

My autistic son picked a black cat from the shelter. He is so wonderful we call him Mau, our little cat god 🎉🎉. I tell him everyday how much we love having him live with us ❤😊

black cats are my absolute favourite. For sure black cats love a lot of attention.❤

I've only had black cats. The best

I adore black cats. I work at a restaurant and we have a pet kitty. He's basically everyone's kitty and I absolutely love him. I work the night shift and he keeps me company through the long nights.

Our black cat has a wonderful personality - I'd recommend them to anyone

I had Pi for almost 14 years. One of the best cats ever. Was a full black cat.
Just over a month ago i adopted a new Black cat "Rho" Best choice ever!

Black cats are amazing!! They absolutely LOVE their humans, they are usually super vocal and hilarious. The stuff about taking pics is easily fixed by using lighting, sunlight or picture editing apps. Theres really no excuse for not being able to take good pics of them anymore!

It makes me hurt inside that people try to do harm to these beautiful cats.

I was at an adoption event run by a large, reputable chain several years ago. My elderly cat had passed away and I really wanted an orange cat. I looked in all the cages. No orange cat. I looked up and down that long, poorly lit hallway thinking that I would just wait for an orange cat. The two ladies babysitting the cages were extolling the virtues of each cat. Suddenly, I heard a soft rattle at the very end of the hall. That portion was unlit. The rattle came again, so faint. I walked to the very end, peering in cages as I went. At the very end, on the very bottom, two pale sparks looked up at me. "Is there a cat in here?" I was bewildered. "Yes," one answered dismissively, "but he's black, not orange." I'd already figured out the "black" part as I couldn't see him. He brushed up against the cage door again. that soft rattle Then sat down. I squinted into the gloom. A perfect Bastet. "What's wrong with him? Why's he down here? Is he sick?" Both women shook their heads. "No, but he's black," one answered again. "And an ex-feral," the other chimed in. "We knew no one would want to adopt him, so we put him down there," the first one continued. And so we wouldn't have to keep answering questions about an unadoptable cat was very much not spoken. I looked at them. It wasn't friendly. All this time this skinny, black cat that still had the look of a kitten about him, just sat there looking up at me. The women were still talking, trying to excuse their inexcusable, lazy behavior. I'm sure I radiated dislike and disapproval. I'd had black cats all my life and really wanted an orange cat. Adult, kitten, I didn't care. I could see it sitting on the ottoman in front of my fireplace, its orange fur reflecting the firelight. "Get him out," I snapped at the women. "I'm taking him." There was some backchat. I actually had to go find the woman in charge, but I left with a black cat. I won't say it was love at first sight. He didn't seem to like me. I wasn't sure I liked him. He was definitely a very aloof ex-feral, but one who had decided that warmth and wet food were pretty nice. Humans only figured in that equation insofar as they opened the tins. That was five years ago, though. When Benjen deigns to sit on my lap and purr, I know it's because he really wants to. He's made a conscious decision. He's not just looking for any warm lap and pets, he's looking for mine. I've come to realize that, yes, I am just the butler, although I am an adoring one. My purpose in life is to open tins, clean boxes, and supply a warm lap and pets when requested by Himself. I've always had black cats, and at my age I doubt I'll ever have an orange one, but that's okay. I'm being loved by an ex-feral, black cat that I love back, and that's pretty special.

I've had a black cat in my life since 1987. I will always adopt a black from the shelter. They rock!

Love all cats but black ones are even smarter and so lovable!

When I was 19 I was in my backyard at my old house. We lived in a township so there was a lot of wooded area in my backyard. One day a little baby black kitten came running out from the woods and he came right up to me and started hugging on my legs! Let’s just say Spook is now almost 15 and spoiled as hell! And the fact that he chose and found me makes our connection so much more meaningful to me… he literally sleeps with me every night and is always wanting to be on my lap when I finally sit down. I love him so much and I have been so blessed to have him in my life!

Black cats are superior IMHO. I owned one for 17 years and what an intelligent and loving companion he was! I miss that kitty. Black cat bias is based on pure ignorance and rank stupidity.