Black cats
When I was an eleven year old we had a ginger cat called Sandy that loved me almost as much as I loved him. He used to sleep in the crook of my knees, let me wear him like a collar, carry him around over my arm, dress him up etc.

The family had just returned from a week away and the cattery man turned up with a basket and was on his knees undoing the straps when I said - "That is not Sandy, there is a black cat in there, I can smell it." Actually, there was a very strong smell, just like chimney soot. The man gave me a very strange look, loosened the last strap and opened the lid. All we saw of the cat was a black ball of fluff exiting the room. We heard footsteps going upstairs, in and out of all three bedrooms, coming back down stairs and the cat returned to the basket.

Afterwards the man said he had wondered why a black cat was called Sandy.
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(whiskas loved by 8 out of 10 cats, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 10:52, Reply)