In the fall, an old gal's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of blood. Bloodletting. Hatchets chopping. Witches on broomsticks. Cauldrons bubbling with eyes of newts. Black cats darting across one's path.
Hold on there. Back this blog up.
If a black cat crossing your path brings you bad luck...does a white cat crossing your path bring you good luck?
I would love to be the buster of this myth, but alas, the white cat that darted in front of my Tahoe suddenly thought better of his possum-road-crossing ways. He turned on a dime and shot back from whence he had come. Namely, the swaying weeds at the edge of the blacktop.That flighty feline made a beeline for the roadside faster than a plump wallet attached to fishing line manned by a gang of young toughs.
So...if the anti-black cat brings good luck upon path crossing, does this mean my good luck is being revoked?
I just can't catch a break. They're so much more elusive than airborne pathogens at a convenient care clinic.