Meet Blonde Gypsy’s Cat

Meet Blonde Gypsy’s Cat

Meet “Kinky”the cat


“Kinky was a remarkably small silky boy with a head wide enough to house his huge golden eyes. Not one to suffer in silence, he was a persistent debater, and time watcher who was such a flirt he could illicit loyalty as well affection from a dog.”

RIP Kinky. You are sorely missed.

Blonde Gypsy Fortunes beloved cat

Sonya’s Cat

Sonya’s Cat

Big day out .. and stuck in a tree! Now off to the vet for final needles!


Readers Cat: Tabby


The Black Cat

The Black Cat

“The Black Cat” is a favorite for scary-storytelling and Halloween imaginings. The story centers around a cat, but the story becomes a psychological study, as we watch the owner become more and more erratic. It’s a first-person narrative, which makes the story all the more memorable. Here are a few quotes from the short story.

“The Black Cat” Quotes

  • “For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief.”
    – Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat”


  • “There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.”

– Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat”

  • “In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition, made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise.”
    – Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat”


  • “Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart–one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man.”
    – Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat”


  • “This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself–to offer violence to its own nature–to do wrong for the wrong’s sake only–that urged me to continue and finally to consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute.”
    – Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat”


  • “…my disease grew upon me–for what disease is like Alcohol!–and at length even Pluto, who was now becoming old, and consequently somewhat peevish–even Pluto began to experience the effects of my ill temper.”
    – Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat”


  • “I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fiber of my frame.”
    – Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat”
On the nature of cats

On the nature of cats


The confidence of cats is a mutual trust.
A friendship – so do not ask too much.
They will be free; be free of all control
Which threatens their peace; this the wild free soul.

Cats as we love them most happily purr,
But suffer from times when they must caterwaul
Though we love them dearly, their nature is still
Jealous of freedom, in house or on hill.

See in those luminous, golden eyes,
An insight into that other dim world,
Visioned by Sphinx; a mystery
Far, far beyond our dark humanity.

The Witch’s Cats

The Witch’s Cats

The witch’s cat, the one that’s black,
slinked and slunk around the vat.
She glided sleekly on the broom
in loop de loops around the room.

While her other cat, the ginger one,
had spilled the cauldron on the run.
And accidentally burnt her broom,
A spell gone wrong, I must presume.

The witch’s cat, the one that’s black,
first disappeared and then came back.
She transported and trans-moggie-fied
with ease. (It’s like she hardly tried.)

While her other cat, the ginger one,
spent half the day stuck as a bun.
The only spell she knew you see
was cat transfer to sweet pastry.

The witch’s cat, the one that’s black,
was busy planning her attack.
Treats to fill the witch’s pot
mice, birds and newts- she’d catch the lot!

While her other cat , the ginger one
was busy- lying in the sun.
She made no creepy crawlies flee
She couldn’t catch a bumble bee.


The witch’s cat, the one that’s black
did not give much affection back.
She always seemed to be aloof
and often slept up on the roof.

While her other cat , the ginger one,
would bound inside when day was done.
And as the witch lay down to nap
the ginger cat purred on her lap.

By Mo O’Hara

Poem: Witch’s cat

Poem: Witch’s cat

Witch’s cat

Black cat sits
on an old fence post
of the witch’s house
on Dreary Lane.Oh but she’s a mean cat
all pitch black with lemon drops for eyes
she hisses like the devil
every time I walk by.Mean old cat
with sharp white teeth
and little white claws
that lash out at me as I walk by.Witch’s cat!
Oh Witch’s cat.
I hate that mean old
Witch’s cat.

But still
bad as it is
it’s not so bad
as the witch.

By Kitty Jane