This is our cat Vince Noir (named after the Mighty Boosh character.) He’s about the most chill guy ever, and we got him last spring to replace our previous black cat, Nomi, who dies of kidney failure. I never seem to feel right unless I have a black cat. I know others who are the same way. It made me reflect on the nature of black cats, and how depending on the culture, it usually embodies either wickedness and evil, or prosperity and good fortune. Some say a black cat is an embodies reborn soul. In ancient Persia, a black cat is your higher self born into animal form to accompany you on your earthly journey. I think it was mostly Puritan culture that gave these guys a bad rap. Anyway, I think this guy has a wonderful mystique about him, whether he really is a shape shifting jinn or not.
Chemtrails and Roses 