His fur was black as night itself.
His eyes of shinning yellow.
The way he mumbled and grumbled through the house.
The way he left 'presents' on the front porch.
This is for you, you who really loved us all despite your outer shell.
This is for Blacky, the cat that lived long and died happy.
-deseased 12/10/2006 6:30 p.m.