Means it’s worth the effort.
Don’t fight it.
Fight for it.
I never met a black cat I didn’t like. Most of the time, I think mine – let me say, those for whom I am a guardian, not an “owner” – generally like me too.
But every so often I catch them in an admittedly unnerving, blink-less glare…
Not always a comforting one either. . .
Waking up in the night to that look is even more alarming – I mean, how can you NOT feel suspicious?!
More Feline Fun!