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So what's with the black cat?

Careful, he might eat you.

This is not just any black cat, this was Midnight, who died in 2025 after a remarkably long life for a cat.  He was not my cat, he was The Cat, and he was his cat.

Midnight was utterly charming, except for when he wasn'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 was utterly silent, because all that he needed to do to get fed, was to stare at us, as only a cat can stare.