You can see another photo of her on my mum's other blog.
It had nothing to do with her being black.
The truth is, and my mum does regret it, Lily wasn't adopted with me because my mum was out of work at the time and couldn't afford to take two cats home with her. She was going through a deep depression, had just lost her dad to liver cancer and was also having to move in with her mum, my granny, after having to leave her own flat due to the fact that she'd been tormented by some really nasty neighbours from hell. My poor mum's nerves were shattered. And she longed for a cat. Suzy had been gone since 1998 and Mum wanted a cat to love. It took a long time to convince Granny to allow just one cat in the house. In defence of Granny, she does love me to bits now (who wouldn't) but she was afraid of any cat destroying the house (and she was right, because my mum says I have destroyed the house as I've ripped the wallpaper to shreds,)
Anyway, back to Lily. I do get sad about her. And Mum does too. We only hope that she got adopted pretty quickly after me and is now living happily in her forever home with a perfect family.
One day my mum would love to be able to adopt more cats. She even wants to open her own cat rehoming shelter.
Here are some links to find your purrfect black feline friend:
For the Love of Black Cats (Facebook Page)