I have two short haired black cats, Momo and Ella. They're not related; Momo was adopted as a kitten over 12 years ago, and I adopted Ella as a playmate for him a few months after. She's approximately his same age, maybe a few months older. I hadn't intended on getting two black cats. It just worked out that way.
Mo in front, Ella in the back.
Mo, in his younger years, when he used to like to climb the furniture and chew the ribbons on my Tragedy Ann doll. I call this one "separated at birth?"
Mo where he shouldn't be: in the laundry basket.
Ella, catching some sun and giving me her basilisk stare. She hates having her picture taken.
My last kitty pic, I swear. This one is my friend's cat, Muffy. This was taken at my friend's father's house, while Muffy was distracted by the tv.
(Priceless!)