A Black Cat Crosses Your Path...

[fuelair]

Happened to my g/f last night, coming home from work. A black cat (actually a kitten) was on our front porch, running back and forth in front of her.

Within 3 hours the refrigerator broke down (22 years old, not worth fixing) and the Blackhawks lost Game 7.

Explain that skeptics!

Should have picked it up and given it scritches. Small kittens often enjoy that - even if they are black cats.

 

[Drewbot]

We need to find out what that Blackhawk defenseman who coughed up the puck did that day, and start a new superstition based on that.

 

[JeanFromBNA]

Our adopted semi-feral black cat, Boo, is bad luck for the birds when she takes a mind to go after them, so perhaps there's something to that.

What does the legend have to say when a black cat sleeps all day in the shadow of your gas grill? Grill's been fine, but lately the steaks have sucked . . .

 

[JoeTheJuggler]

This black cat brings nothin' but the ladies.
[qimg]http://www.starskyandhutchonline.com/huggy.jpg[/qimg]

Cracked me up!

But it should have been this one:

[qIMG]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:TheCat1.jpg[/qIMG]

 

[Resume]

We need to find out what that Blackhawk defenseman who coughed up the puck did that day, and start a new superstition based on that.

Check out post #9.

 

[Yeah_Right]

If a gray cat crosses your path do you get questionable luck?

 

[sadhatter]

You know i have a story that is pretty much the opposite....

Keep in mind this was when i was about 17 or so. As of now i do not procure nor smoke pot.

Anyway, back in the day i was looking for something to smoke. And i met a gentleman who stated that he could procure said substance. After a long session of calls to " his guy" , ending at about 1 am, he said he was going to get it for me, not being very critical at the time, i thought nothing of his request that i not come inside.

Obviously my hard earned cash was stolen, and the night ended on a bum note. Being a punk, i decided the best way to alleviate my anger was to walk around downtown.

As i was walking, a very black, almsot stereotypical cat crossed my path. And the lil bugger would not leave me alone. Being a person that likes cats, i found the situation rather soothing.

I wandered into a favorite alley ( ahh the punk rock days....) and proceeded to play with said cat. After a few minutes of this i was looking for a cigarette in my jacket, and lo and behold i ran across a previously forgotten non-standard cigarette, and $20. Me and the cat, to an extent shared the non standard cigarette, and i ended the night with a 20 dollar bag of junk food, and a large want to eat it.