Friday the Thirteenth And The Black Cat

It was late at night on Friday the thirteenth in October 2000. I kept hearing what sounded like a kitten crying. After going out on the porch to see if I could still hear the noise, I realized it was a kitten crying and it sounded like the crying was coming from the big tree in the front yard. I went inside to get a flashlight, then I walked over to the tree to investigate. The crying was coming from up in the tree. When I shined the flashlight in the tree, I could see a tiny little black body and two big yellow eyes.



The kitten was about 10 feet up in the tree and I wasn't sure how I was going to rescue the poor thing, so I just kept talking to the kitten trying to sooth it while I thought about what I could do. Suddenly the kitten jumped towards me. I tried to catch it, but it landed on the ground in front of me.

I picked the kitten up and took it inside. It drank warm milk and ate canned cat food, and purred! My two cats came out to investigate and did a lot of hissing. The little kitten didn't seem to pay any attention to their aggressiveness at all. I had the feeling that the kitten had decided this was it's home because it was in a warm place, had food and drink, and me to cuddle it.

It didn't take me long to realize that the kitten had fleas, so I gave it a flea bath. That is when I discovered it was a girl.

This picture was taken the next day.



My son named the kitten, Pearl. She was our black pearl that came to us on a a cold, windy Friday the thirteenth night.



Pearl lives with my son and his other cat Bitsy. She is a wonderful, loving cat.