Cats on Parade Magnet

For centuries the black cat was the suspect. A witch’s familiar, a neighbor in disguise, the reason a household kept one and mistrusted it in equal measure.

By the Victorian era the accusation had softened into something stranger. They were still clearly up to something, but now they wore hats and carried their own lanterns.

Four of them, in step, and none of them lost. No one thought to ask where.

Only 19 made. When they sell out, they will not be remade.