The earliest inspiration for the shape-shifting cats I write about was this girl named Julia that I dated in college. She was wild and intoxicating. She was also kind of creepy.
That was 1984, a long time ago.
Julia kind of reminded me of Black Cat in the Spider-Man comics. No, she didn’t look like Black Cat, but she carried herself with a sort of feline grace, fully aware of the effect it had on men.
The first time I kissed her goodnight, she hugged my neck and purred like a kitten.
I guess I did something right there.
Around the same time, there was this black cat that started hanging the house I was renting. I didn’t like cats back then (or so I thought), so I used to chase it away.