Black Cat

So last night as my little black kitten sat curled between my husband and I with her motor purring. I wondered why black cats and witches were associated with one an other I found all kinds of interesting information mostly from about.com and http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/folklore.htm.
I thought about it this way:

I imagine, I am a single woman living in France in the middle ages. In the black of morning I have just made my tea. Off in the distance, I see two bright yellow eyes. They seem to float right out of the dark.  Just as I pick up the cream my fear turns to wonder as this visitor dances around my feet. Instead of in my tea, I pour my precious cream in a bowl and set it down for my company (it is the only polite thing to do). For days and weeks after I get up for my chores this small companion comes for my cream. This cat does not mind my rotting teeth, or my sour smell and it lessens the feelings of loneliness, of difference.
I would imagine that no one at that time would understand why a woman would choose to live alone. Maybe I love other women, or maybe I am uncomfortable with the rules of the church, or maybe I just want to be alone (except for the cat). Next thing I know I am talking about the cat that visits me and meeting other women that like they way cats keep company and rid their garden of pests.  But that is all way before we are burned at the stake for being witches.

As for me, Ms. Dawn here in the modern world, I think... as my cat scratches my leg leaping up to steal my cereal after I just got done cleaning kitty litter, I think... I am a dog person. At least I won't be burned at the stake.