~Night Magic~


I had a black kitty for many years. His name was Ebenezer and he was like a little panther. He loved to talk, eat plants and jump over my head while I was reading on the couch. There were many evenings that he would lay on my feet and keep them warm. He was fifteen when I had to put him down last May because he was sick. I miss my little psycho cat very, very much. I like to think he is somewhere magical where he can play and eat all the flowers that he wants.