Evidently, black cats have the lowest adoption rate and highest euthanasia rate in shelters. One possible reason is because they’re kind of hard to see, so they’re harder to make a connection with at, say, a poorly-lit kennel. If these photos are any indication, yes, they’re kind of hard to see. Unless flooded in natural light, their contours are all but invisible, thanks to their ultraviolet-absorbing fur. Photographically, they are best suited to the backlit approach: silhouetted by windows, or on a colorful patchwork of blankets.
We Booklisters have collectively, a lot of black cats. Why? Could it be our big hearts? Or could it be our fondness for literature, which makes us adore the black cat’s obscured interiority? Or is it because we are all witches and wizards, conjuring words with our faithful sidekicks? Gaze into the eyes of these beauties and imagine the hundreds of books they’ve lazily laid upon while we worked hard and long to discern the texts’ meanings. Imagine the number of naps they’ve taken while we battled on, all for you, dear reader of Booklist publications. But don’t gaze too long, or you may get lost in that grim-reaper-like, resting-bitch-face of a countenance, that valley of inscrutability, that ultimate challenge to review.
Got some black cats around your library? Show us!