Waking to the Howl of a Black Cat

Two nights ago I woke at 2 am to the howl of a black cat at my window. I got up, let the cat in, and wondered just what this midnight feline was all about: was she homeless, simply wondering who lived in this little house, or was looking for some friskees? The next night she came back to the window and again she was welcome to this humble hostel. I must confess it was great joy to have an animal in the house again after years since my dogs have gone.

She's a beautiful cat. Black as ink. Crows are blonde compared with her. Her black pupils show the apertures are wide open. She must see at night like the best of eyes see in perfect daylight.