Shadow was found as a kitten in a church parking lot by the sister of a woman I used to work with. She was not able to keep him at her apartment, so my coworker brought him to the office one day. I had recently lost another cat, Smokey, a couple of years earlier. When I saw Shadow, I just could not turn him away.
I brought him home with me, and he instantly got along well with my other cat, Gizmo (who crossed the Rainbow Bridge a couple years later at the age of 19) and miniature poodle, Cinnamon, who was only a year old at the time. I named him Shadow not only because of his color, but because he followed me around almost like a shadow.
Shadow turned 12 years old this year, yet it doesn’t seem like it’s been that long.
Many people have a negative view about black cats, owing to outdated myths and superstitions about them. Shadow is a beautiful cat, and is the sweetest cat, and he is definitely not bad luck. I would gladly own another black cat if given the chance.