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Most people fear black cats. They whisper that they bring misfortune, that they walk with ghosts, that their eyes see too much of the world beyond. But perhaps that is exactly why he found me. He appeared without a sound. A small shape, no bigger than a shadow. Two golden eyes opened in the darkness, and for a moment I thought I was seeing a spirit. Maybe I was. He circled me once, then sat. Perfectly still. As if waiting. I offered him food, but he refused. I offered a gentle hand, but he stepped back. Only when I finally let go of my fear did he come close and rest his head against my ankle. That was the first time in many moons I felt truly seen. Black cats are said to walk between worlds. To understand both life and death. To protect the quiet and the broken. I chose him because he chose me first. He is not a familiar. He is not a pet. He is a promise. A reminder that even the forgotten deserve company, and the lost can always find their way again. Caillean O'Cathain | |