By: Jim Fitzpatrick

Local Farmer in Polkton Township writes for the Coopersville Observer.

Along Brandy Creek

By Jim Fitzpatrick


The Coopersville Observer  July 11, 2005- - No. 54

 He is an all black cat; not a speck of white, brown or any other color on his furry little body.  When “Black Cat” first arrived at the farm, he wasn’t much more than a little kitty cat.  His black coat glistened in the sunlight with glimpses of silver and white back then.  He was called “Black Kitty” right off.  Since then, he has grown up some, traded the “kitty” part of his name in for “cat.”  He knows his way around the place well these days.  There has been a family dog or two over the years that he has tolerated.  He has had to deal with finding escape routes from pesky young ones that thought he wasn’t much more than a stuffed animal to play with.


 “Black Cat” is well along now into his last years.  His long black hair doesn’t have the shine to it that it used to.  He keeps to himself a lot these days, avoids people and other cats that live on the place.  He likes to slip through the back door in the winter time when he can, sit on one of the heating registers all day in hopes that no one notices.


 No one ever figured out where he came from, there he was one day in the barn.  He was sitting on the tractor seat like he owned the place.  You could tell by the way he was all curled up that he had no intention of leaving real soon.  And he didn’t, either, that was fifteen years ago!  The place won’t be the same when he is gone.

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