I adopted a cat this week, a black tabby. He is a handsome and well mannered brutenof a youth.
He was just laying on my lap purring away, that is until my sister broke the spell by opening a can of food. He's taste testing it now, which takes the whole can to do, of course.
A black tabby makes an excellent pet for a rogue like myself we share many of the same traits: stealth, flexibility, agility, an appetite for small rodents... wait... scratch that last one.
It didn't occur to me that I did this Halloween week (actually Samhain for us pagans). To me that is a good omen.