Introduction

These are the tales of Blackie the cat. He may not be long for this world due to unknown illness. But all said & done he's been a pretty good acquaintance in the short time I've known him.

His runnin' buds, Hairy & Brownie are as different as night and day in attitude and likes but they too have that hard to turn away charm.

All 3 are basically outdoor strays. A neighbor had mainly been feeding them when we first met. Blackie looks remarkably like the cat the neighbor across the street used to have, except now he has a broken paw and he is ever more becoming just skin and bones except for his oversized tummy section which I accept partial blame for. Yet in my unlearned opinion it is this hump of overfeeding that's probably kept him alive this long.

He never strays far from home, none of the 3 do really. At most they will visit the same side of the street neighbors in search of an extra scrap of a snack or an ill-fated mouse. They could care less about ducks, dogs, or opossums as long as their personal space is respected. But they each have their own ways of dealing with possible dangerous encounters. For example despite being declawed Hairy has been known to make her way to the roof of the house!

So for tonight we will leave it there as I work on uploading a picture of Blackie so that you will see who I'm talking about.