It was a dark and stormy night. I was sitting in my living room, watching the rain beat against the windows, when I heard a strange noise. It sounded like a cat meowing. I got up to investigate, and sure enough, there was a black cat sitting in the middle of my living room!
I had never seen this cat before. It wasn’t mine, and I didn’t know where it had come from. I tried to shoo it out the door, but it just meowed at me and refused to move. I didn’t know what to do, so I just left it there and went to bed.
The next morning, the cat was still there. I tried to give it some food, but it just looked at me and meowed. I couldn’t understand what it wanted. Finally, after a few hours, it seemed to tire of me and wandered off into another room.
I didn’t see the cat again for a few days, and I started to wonder if I had just imagined it. But then, one night, I heard that meowing sound again. I got up to find the cat curled up on my couch, fast asleep.
Ever since then, the black cat has been coming and going as it pleases. It doesn’t seem to be afraid of me, and it always seems to know when I’m feeling down. I don’t know where it came from, and I may never know. But I’m glad it found its way into my life.