“It is hard to be a black cat. People misunderstand.”“My name is John, by the way,” said the form. “Who are you?”“My name is Salem,” r...plied the cat. “That’s Mary calling for me.”The darkness stood up and looked across the yards to where Mary was still calling for Salem, between her sobs and tears.“She is your friend?” it asked.“Yes,” said the cat. “And now she is alone. She will never find me over here. She will never know what happened to me.”Looking down at the cat, John asked, “Would you. When she returned she was carrying a vanity case from which she took a nail file and emery board, then went to work on my toenails. Satisfied with the shape, she held up a bottle of dark red polish. "Do you like this colour?" She asked, "It's my favourite." I thought any answer but yes would seem like I was criticising her taste, so I answered in the affirmative. "Great, I think it will suit you." She began coating my nails with the polish. Although she had never given me the opportunity. I figured that since she was about half way, I'd get a room and stay over after our meeting, then head out in the morning. She recommended a great hotel and we agreed to meet in the bar. Since we really did not know each other, meeting in a public place seemed right. If either of us was not who or what we said we were, no problem.I got checked in early and went to the bar to meet Anna. She walked in and she wasn't what her pics had shown. She was better!! I bent over to give her a hug and as. "Guests, please walk this way" said the man, indicating that we should all move through another door into an elevator. Once inside, all of us were taken down to what was shown as the basement on the elevator panel. I was nervous and yet adrenalin was pumping through my veins as the doors of the elevator swung open. In front of us as we exited, Adam (Abraham Lincoln) was standing, waiting to address us. "Congratulations. I admire your courage and your sense of adventure. I am sure you are.