“Please! Walk right up and say, ‘Hi!’ I am Jasper, and I’m friendly and charming. I’m about a year old, and the important thing about me is that I Am A Black Cat. A Black Cat. The best kind of Cat. Me – Jasper.”

“I’m a pretty darn nice fellow, and I’m told I was sent to Feline Rescue from animal control. I say I am not an animal; I Am A Black Cat. Do you peeps have a Department of Black Cat Control? I didn’t think so. That would be a true waste of your tax dollars. Because Black Cats a) do not need control; and b) can’t be controlled by anyone or anything except our very own selves. Got it?”

“Now, then, as I was saying, I am a pretty darn nice fellow. I also have amazing gemstone eyes. It’s worth your trip to Feline Rescue just to see Jasper’s eyes. He watches you with them. He watches these other cats, too. He watches while you pet him, while you hold him.”

“Yes, Jasper talks. He says’ ‘Hi, I’m available to be your cat. I am available to be your Black Cat.’ We Black Cats are good luck – ask anyone in Wales. We walk with you, in front of you to clear your path, behind you to keep possums from nipping your ankles. Oh, yes – they do that!”

“Jasper would like to be your cat. He will decorate your sofa and, maybe, your bed and flash his gemstone eyes when you walk into the room. We Black Cats do magic – good magic. ‘Old black magic has me in its spell, Old black magic that you weave so well, Those icy fingers up and down my spine,The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine…’ Jasper likes people fingers up and down his spine – prefers warm ones to icy ones.”

“A pretty darn nice fellow with gemstone eyes. Me – Jasper. A little old $120 brings me into your life – and you into mine. The Power of Black Cats coming to you. It is Good Power.”