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So what's with the black cat?

Careful, he might eat you.

This is not just any black cat, this is Midnight. He is not my cat, he is The Cat, and he is his cat.

Midnight is utterly charming, except for when he isn't. He turned up as a stray when he was probably about three years old. We fed him, so he stayed. Most of the time, he is silent, because all that he needs to do to get fed, is to stare at us, as only a cat can stare