This is Black. Black is Louis' cat. He isn't black in colour. He is shades of grey and white. Louis wanted a black cat and so his cat is Black. Or as he pronounces it "Bwack".
We got Louis a cat because he was very attached to my old 16 year old moggy that was dying of cancer. It worked, as in Louis loves playing string games and running around with Black.
Black plays with the dogs. He is a real, wild cat. But oh so affectionate, loving and funny. Being a rescue cat, he wasn't taught how to cuddle and be sooky. He loved to have rubs but would nibble the tips of your fingers when it all got too much.
Black was hit by a car yesterday.
Today, I have to write a social story to explain to Louis that his cat is dead.
He was only 18 months old but so much a part of the family.
We love you little Black. Rest in peace.
Oh, by the way, the 16 year old cat with cancer......now 17 years old with cancer. Irony huh.
2 comments:
Oh, bad luck. I hope Louis copes ok - and you too.
Aw, I'm sooo sorry for Louis and your family :( Poor little kitty. Well, you can tell Louis that Black will be having lots of fun chasing our Zeke (Love bird) who passed away in November...
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