Black Cats and Superstitions

     Today kicks off week 2 of Blogfest and today's host is Kelly over at Monkey Heart Discourses.  Today's writing prompt asks how I feel about black cats and superstitions.  Ever since I was a little girl there has always been at least one black cat in the house.  I personally love cats.  I love the way they sashay about and purr when they are happy to see me.  Many black cats have come and gone in my life for one reason or another.  About a year ago we took in yet another black kitten.  After much deliberation, we named her Rosie.

        Rosie is full of personality and rules over my daughter’s room.  When she is lonesome for attention and feeling daring she will venture out into the rest of the house and eyeball my three dogs before making a mad dash back to her sanctuary.  If the dogs get a good look see in her direction, they will give chase and try to claim her as their latest chew toy.  At the very least they make a racket to prove they are dogs and that they in all essence rule the roost.  She snuggles up against my daughter and keeps her warm at night and is without a doubt her cat.  She only likes me because I feed her and change her litter box.  She is the only cat I have ever had who hates having her tail messed with.  For those that dare, she will hiss and the claws will come out.  I haven’t figured out what is up with that yet, but since I have no desire to get the $hit scratched out of me I follow her rules.

        I don’t really believe in superstitions although I know several by heart.  If all that baloney about black cats crossing my path were true I would have been in trouble a long time ago.  I have heard it said that if a bird flies into a plate glass window that someone you know has just died and have had that superstition ring true and verified on more than one occasion.  While I hate spiders as a general rule, I do count it as good luck if one flies down in front of my face.  Good luck for me, but bad for the spider because once I have seen it I make short work of ending its life.  Yes I kill bugs.  I am a bug murderer.  I admit it.  But hey, why be petrified of a bug?  Who’s bigger?  I am, so the spider is going down!  Providence knows at 5’0 tall, I can’t say that I am bigger than much.

       I am more suspicious of people than I will ever be of cats, but that is just me.  I am weird that way.  Getting hurt and screwed over too many times will do that to a person.  No matter how many dogs invade my heart, I will always have a special place for cats until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.