A guest for the night.

Meet Obsidian.

The heartbreaking thing is, as was agreed when my wife took her, the person who had taken her in will be happy to take her in again if she doesn’t work out. And sadly, that’s how it’ll have to be. Obsidian quickly elbowed Olivia out of the way, and was positively hateful toward Othello (who could just about be her great-great-great-grandfather). She has a home to go back to if she can’t adjust here, but really, I think just a few hours has pretty much shown that she needs to be an only child.

She’s a neat little kitty. Very friendly, silky smooth jet-black coat (very hard to get a picture of – she’s like a cat-shaped hole in the fabric of space and time), lets you pick her up and pet her, and purrs at the drop of a hat. But just very aggressive to the other two cats who clearly have the right-of-way around here.
Sorry, Obsidian. You’re a little heartbreaker, and I think you’ll find a good home sooner rather than later. (Though hopefully just a little bit later – even the local humane society won’t adopt out black cats around Halloween.)