“It’s Friday the thirteenth, as you know, and the Department of Fate has assigned me to be your bad luck for today. I thought we might start here in the bathroom, with the slippery tile and all, and then we can move on to the kitchen and try our luck there, so to speak.”
“Black cats are good luck, not bad luck. I have black cat–see, him face–and I am not dead today. Good luck!”
Nothing so precious could ever be bad luck…
I will take my chances.
I will also gladly go get some tuna. Or I have chicken I can defrost…
I literally squeed out loud at this little morsel. Nothing this cute can be bad luck. But just in case, I’ll stock up on tuna. And if you click through to Imgur … his name is GASTON! Double squee!!!!!
I did too. Love black cats, and kittens, so very much. The combination is lethal.
Those are some serious paws. Someone’s going to be a big kitty.
And those ears!
I’ve had 2 black cats in the past and they brought me nothing but good luck!
Between my husband and I, we’ve had 8 black cats. At one point we had 4 at the same time along with other various flavors (calico, tabby, marmalade, grey/white, white). They are all good luck 🍀!
Eating tuna now. Come on over.
My English husband says that black cats are good luck in England. So much for superstition. The only thing might be bad luck is you might trip on them in the dark. Bad luck for you, bad luck for kitty.