There are certain companions one does not go looking for. They simply appear, as if they have chosen you long before you noticed them.
Le Chat Noir has that sort of presence.
At thirteen inches, this sleek black cat sits with quiet confidence, watching the room as though it understands far more than it lets on. There is a softness to it, of course, the kind that invites a hand without asking for one, but beneath that is something else entirely. A suggestion of mystery. A whisper of mischief.
Aunt Matilda would have approved. She always said a proper black cat was less a pet and more a confidant, particularly in places where the ordinary world feels just a little thinner than it should.
Set it among your things and it will belong immediately. Leave it there long enough and you may begin to wonder who, exactly, is keeping watch over whom.
