by Shasta Dease November. 01, 2006 876 views

Some old photos I dug up of my black kitty, Aleister.

When I moved to the mountains of NC about six years ago, I really wanted a black cat. Because it was Hallowe'en, the Humane Society wouldn't let anyone adopt one then.

So, the next day I came back and looked around. I saw all kinds of cats: young, old, tortoise shell, marmalade, laid back, high strung and one that was downright grumpy. I didn't see a black cat and I was a bit sad. As I was about to leave, I felt a tug on the back of my shirt. I turned around and here was this long-haired black cat…with the name of Chachi.

Immediately, I called over one of the volunteers and told her I would like to adopt “Chachi”. I filled out the appropriate paperwork and “Chachi” was mine and I was his.

As I toted him to the car, I knew he had to have his name changed. Chachi was a wussy name and this cat was pretty badass. Aleister came to mind. (He was named after the infamous “black” magician, Aleister Crowley.)

I brought him home to meet Ghost, the cat that had belonged to my then-boyfriend. Their first meeting was from under the door and it wasn't love at first sight, to say the least.

Eventually, they learned to tolerate each other.

A few years passed and my boyfriend at the time and I broke up. He moved back to Texas and I moved back to Kannapolis. Because I couldn't have any pets where I lived, he took the cats and the ferrets we had with him.

Aleister is still alive in Brownwood Texas living with my ex's parents and unfortunately, Ghost passed away a couple of years ago.

I miss those animals.

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