I Love Black Cats
My old neighbors had a black cat. I had never been so intrigued by a cat until I saw her. She was beautiful and mysterious and my mother hated her.
Some days when I walked home from the bus stop she would be on her porch watching and meowing at me or walking in the grass. I always wanted to meow back but didn't for months. Then one day I got up the courage to answer her calls and she came towards me. At first I was afraid she'd attack me, but she just rubbed against me and ran in and out of my legs. I petted her and she rolled over.
Then she followed me home.
She was the nicest cat I've ever met, but the last time I saw her was very strange.
We met on the street slightly after sunset and took a walk together. I petted her and she did her usual thing, but then she laid on the street in this weird position and wouldn't get up. I was afraid something was wrong. I didn't know if she wanted me to pet her or leave her alone. I was terrified. Then she got up and just stared at me. She didn't follow me home and I never saw her again.
