Dapper, suave, eternal, like the flavor of a finely-aged wine.
World, meet now Lead Belly. For some of you that have been following my blog since the early days (which was actually earlier this year), you may remember Lead Belly. His original photograph showed him lying on his back waiting for pets. These photographs show his true self, which is why he deserves a second look. Aged like a pinot noir (13 years), Lead Belly has many fine notes. Sweetness and depth are pervasive without even a hint of tartness. Look into his eyes and you will see a fine soul that has mellowed with age.
Raised on the streets, Lead Belly is now ready for his constant companion. Someone who will hold his head and read Yeats aloud while sipping brandy near a warm, crackling fire. Lead Belly smacks of distinction, and occasionally he smacks feathers dangling brutishly from a wand.
Lead Belly has FIV, but he doesn’t care, and neither should you. Will you hold his head by the fire? Will you let him hold yours? Call Tree House and meet this lovely vintage today, lest you miss your chance and leave your cup feeling empty.
Please share his photos and tag them #magicats (I’m @refrigeratorcat) to help prove that black cats are amazing, magical animals. And they also pair well with a nice steak. I mean, right before they eat it, anyway.
Creeps. (My Halloween name.)
I dare you to love me. I dare you.
Wherever I go, there you are.
Special thanks to John Boehm for his beautiful photos!