It is hard to take a photo of black cats, especially when you are an amateur with an automatic camera.
I got these two from my daughter, who got them when they were two years old. The family they had been with since birth decided they didn't want them anymore - they wanted to raise dogs instead. If they were bad cats with nasty habits, I would understand. But these sisters are 2 of the nicest cats I've ever had, and I've had at least 10 over the years. When my daughter got them, one was named Storm and the other was Monica. This was about the time that the Lewinsky scandal hit the papers, and my dughter declared she didn't want a cat named Monica. So I suggested another weather-type name - and we came up with Eclipse, whom I call Clipsie. You would think with all that black fur, that they cannot abide the heat we have been having, but they seems to prefer it to the air conditioning. They will lie in the sun for hours, and when I touch them, their fur will feel as though it is ready to catch fire. At night, they wait for me to settle into my recliner, so they can nestle along side or on my lap. Lately, they have been denied that access, since I am on the computer so much. Wait until Big Brother starts next week, I tell them. Then we will have snuggle time!