This is Scarecrow, taken in June 2002. Wasn’t he a handsome fellow? I adored the little white patch on his chest and his beautiful, soulful green eyes.
He was a very sweet cat – not super demonstrative but he did not mind being picked up and hugged by either me or my son Tony, show here in December 2002.
He always seemed to have a slightly mournful look about him. He was much smaller then Leo and quicker, and he loved playing chase and fetch.
This is a old photo from back when Tony and I lived in the trailer home. Leo was always right next to one of us, and Crow a bit further away. Dare I admit that this is making me a little teary eyed? My son looks so young, in my mind this could be only yesterday – was it really over twenty years ago?
I pulled these shots off a very old archive of my old geocities web site so they aren’t very good. Look at Crow eyeing Bandit. Bandit isn’t the least bit afraid either, he strutted right over at Crow and Crow took off.
Merlin and Leo are helping Tony play some video game in this old photo. One of these days I have to go through all my albums and re-scan in some of these gems. I have so many photos! But I seem to have drifted quite far from my original post theme of black cats!
It was not long after my son joined the Air Force that I lost both Leo and Scarecrow – Leo to old age (he was almost 20!) and Scarecrow got out of the house not long after Leo died and did not come back home. I decided that it hurt too much losing beloved pets; I did not want any more cats.
Well we know how that turned out. As any animal lover will tell you, it is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all – and why cut ourselves off from the love our animal companions can give just because we know that one day we will suffer their loss.