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Mystical Black Cats; Living & Skeletal
A short story about Spooky Black Cats on this art print shirt.
copyright Dianne Keast
In the quaint little town of Whisker-Claw, nestled between lush, whispering pines and mist-covered meadows, a most peculiar group of residents stirred as the leaves began to turn shades of fiery orange and crimson. They were a clan of black cats, their coats as glossy as the midnight sky, each possessing a charming personality that endeared them to the townsfolk. But there was something uniquely enchanting about them that set them apart from ordinary felines, for among their ranks were not just living cats, but the spectral skeletal forms of their ancestors—skeletal black cats whose hollow eye sockets twinkled with a haunting yet endearing glow.
On the eve of the harvest moon, a time when the barrier between the world of the living and the spirits thinned, the living black cats gathered in the town square, their tails flicking in a synchrony that pranced with mischief. The skeletal cats floated amongst them, ethereal and graceful, their bony structures glowing in the moonlight. The townspeople were drawn to the scene, their hearts warmed by the playful antics of the cats, yet they hesitated at the sight of the skeletal forms, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.
The clan had one goal that night: to dispel the fear surrounding their ghostly companions. They would show the humans that love transcended the bounds of the physical form. With a collective resolve, the black cats turned towards the audience, their iridescent eyes glowing willfully. They began to stare—softly, imploringly, as if each gaze carried the weight of an entire legacy. They wanted to convey the message that the skeletal cats were not to be feared but embraced as cherished family members.
As the crowd whispered with curiosity, the ghostly cats leaped playfully around, the bones of their skeletal forms glowing with a pearly light, demonstrating that joy didn’t wane with physical limitation. From the shadows of the cobbled square, a small girl stepped forward, her heart racing in both excitement and fear. She clutched her stuffed cat, instinctively drawn to the enchanting scene unfolding before her.
The skeletal cats noticed her at once. One, with a gentle, luminous grin, extended a bony paw towards her. In response, the living black cats began to purr. Their synchronized purring created a soothing melody that spread through the air like a soft spell. The girl felt her trepidation wane, replaced by warmth and courage. Looking to the skeletal cat she whispered “Kitty, would you like to play?”, her voice sweet, trembling and hopeful.
At her words, the living cats jumped higher, darting playfully in gleeful abandon, while the skeletal cats twirled like dandelion tufts carried by the wind. As the child giggled her laughter echoed through the square, breaking the tension that had reached a pitch among the onlookers. She took a tentative step forward, feeling braver than ever, and reached out her hand. Instantly, a skeletal cat floated closer, its eye sockets shimmering with a light that mirrored the child’s excitement.
Encouraged by this gesture, the other children joined, emboldened by her bravery. They approached the skeletal cats, who welcomed them with warmth that transcended the chill of their bony frames. Delighted, they reached out to stroke the ghostly forms, and laughter filled the night as the skeletal cats responded with small, jubilant swirls, sending sparks of light drifting into the air.
The townsfolk, witnessing this remarkable scene—an embodiment of love that bridged two worlds—could feel their hearts shifting. One by one, they began to join in, gathering around the cats, lost in delightful essence of ancestral cat-magic. The living cats watched their spectral kin finally embraced by the humans — glowing embodiments of a cat’s love and companionship from beyond the grave.
From that night on, the townspeople embraced the notion that love knows no boundaries, proudly adopting both the cute and spooky black cats into their lives—those who romped in the living room and those who floated beside them as gentle reminders of the past. Every harvest moon thereafter humans & cats would gather in the town square, celebrating the spirit of togetherness with their newfound companions, the spectral cats forever gazing lovingly at the humans & their descendants who dared to stare—for they had awakened the magic of acceptance and the eternal bond of love.
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