The black cat

Yoda, the Black Cat

I love animals. Animals such as dogs, cats, birds, reptiles and many others. I have loved animals from a very early age as my mother taught me to respect and take care of small animals who depend on us for their care and safety. I have had many small animals ranging from large breeds such as Rottweilers, Doberman Pinchers and German Shepards to little pets or kittens, beautiful black kittens.

His name was Yoda because he had the ears of the Yoda in Star Wars. I was especially fond of this cat as it had a spirited personality that I found to be intoxicating in nature and sometimes very unpredictable or spooky. Yoda was very particular who he let pet him. He avoided certain people for reasons I don’t know but trust his instincts were better than mine. There were times when I panicked as he just up and bit or clawed someone without warning. His fits of rage appeared to be his expression of disgust or rejections.

This cat was smart and knew when to hide or come out to cause terror. It was a symbol of inspiration and courage yet it was a source of frequent irritation. This black cat was possessed with a spirit of perverseness. Sometimes evil in behavior and yet so loving when it wanted to be loved. Nobody knew what his mood would be from day to day but his spirit kept us happy being around us. He was a vigilant cat, a sentinel type of black cat with a keen sense of trouble and danger.

His perverse actions were comical and also worrisome. We had to make sure our visitors were warned of its denunciation of strangers and diverse split personality. A healthy cat, it never got sick or bring about any illnesses even when it went out to the fields behind the house to catch some mice. In my own imagination, I pictured Yoda as a sorcerer with black magic. I say this because of its personality and black cat superstitions.

Yoda brought to mind Edgar Allen Poe and his cat poems as it prompted me to see the fits and intemperance and violence he possessed. At one point, I believed that other than myself and immediate family, everything else angered him.

He was like a malevolent warlock on the loose symbolic of a reckless path of wrath and perverted impressions, blind to the eyes of his owners but very clearly seen or demonstrated to strangers. His antagonistic personality brought humor to us but inflicted much pain on those he distrusted or subjected to his own brand of terror.