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Black Cat Luck
A black cat crossing your path is bad luck, right? What about black dogs? Nobody gives them a second thought.
To be a bad luck cat, would it have to be all black? What if the cat was half black and half white? Would that cat bring bad luck?
Those were the thoughts running through Jessica’s mind as she sat on her bed. A black cat casually strode right in front of her early that morning. She didn’t think about it until she tripped getting onto the bus and scraped her knee. Later, she had a spelling test, her crayons broke during art, and her teacher assigned tons of homework. Her lunch bag got squashed under someone’s books, and she had to eat a smashed, soggy sandwich. She caught her backpack on the corner of her desk, ripping a hole in the side, and brought the wrong book home for homework.
So now she was curled up in a ball on her bed, waiting for this awful day to be over.
“How was school today?” her mother walked in.
“Terrible,” Jessica replied. “A black cat crossed my path this morning and now I have bad luck.”
“You know, they say that if you make a black cat purr, the bad luck will go away.”
“Really?” Jessica sat up. “Is that true?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then let’s go find that cat!” Jessica jumped off the bed and rushed outside. Her mother found her in the front yard searching for the cat.
“Mrs. Jacobs has a black cat,” her mother said. “I’m sure she’d let you borrow Whiskers.”
“But Whiskers didn’t cross my path this morning,” Jessica didn’t stop searching.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s the same cat,” her mother insisted. “Any black cat can bring bad luck; any black cat can take it away. Let’s go see Mrs. Jacobs.”
Mrs. Jacobs was an elderly widow who lived four houses away. Jessica and her mother found Mrs. Jacobs sitting in her chair on the front porch stroking Whiskers.
“Of course you can borrow him,” Mrs. Jacobs said when Jessica’s mother explained all of Jessica’s bad luck. “Just scratch his ears. He likes that.”
The cat mewed at being handed over, but settled down on Jessica’s lap quickly. After a few seconds, Whiskers began purring. It started as a low vibration and grew into a loud rumbling. Jessica smiled up at her mother and Mrs. Jacobs, and handed the cat back.
“Feel better?” Mrs. Jacobs asked.
“Uh-huh,” Jessica nodded. “I hope that takes care of the bad luck.”
“I think it did,” Mrs. Jacobs said as a timer went off. “Wait here. I have a surprise for you.” Mrs. Jacobs got up and went inside. She reappeared on the porch holding a steaming apple pie that she just baked.
“I love apple pie!” Jessica exclaimed. Her bad luck was finally gone.
To be a bad luck cat, would it have to be all black? What if the cat was half black and half white? Would that cat bring bad luck?
Those were the thoughts running through Jessica’s mind as she sat on her bed. A black cat casually strode right in front of her early that morning. She didn’t think about it until she tripped getting onto the bus and scraped her knee. Later, she had a spelling test, her crayons broke during art, and her teacher assigned tons of homework. Her lunch bag got squashed under someone’s books, and she had to eat a smashed, soggy sandwich. She caught her backpack on the corner of her desk, ripping a hole in the side, and brought the wrong book home for homework.
So now she was curled up in a ball on her bed, waiting for this awful day to be over.
“How was school today?” her mother walked in.
“Terrible,” Jessica replied. “A black cat crossed my path this morning and now I have bad luck.”
“You know, they say that if you make a black cat purr, the bad luck will go away.”
“Really?” Jessica sat up. “Is that true?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then let’s go find that cat!” Jessica jumped off the bed and rushed outside. Her mother found her in the front yard searching for the cat.
“Mrs. Jacobs has a black cat,” her mother said. “I’m sure she’d let you borrow Whiskers.”
“But Whiskers didn’t cross my path this morning,” Jessica didn’t stop searching.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s the same cat,” her mother insisted. “Any black cat can bring bad luck; any black cat can take it away. Let’s go see Mrs. Jacobs.”
Mrs. Jacobs was an elderly widow who lived four houses away. Jessica and her mother found Mrs. Jacobs sitting in her chair on the front porch stroking Whiskers.
“Of course you can borrow him,” Mrs. Jacobs said when Jessica’s mother explained all of Jessica’s bad luck. “Just scratch his ears. He likes that.”
The cat mewed at being handed over, but settled down on Jessica’s lap quickly. After a few seconds, Whiskers began purring. It started as a low vibration and grew into a loud rumbling. Jessica smiled up at her mother and Mrs. Jacobs, and handed the cat back.
“Feel better?” Mrs. Jacobs asked.
“Uh-huh,” Jessica nodded. “I hope that takes care of the bad luck.”
“I think it did,” Mrs. Jacobs said as a timer went off. “Wait here. I have a surprise for you.” Mrs. Jacobs got up and went inside. She reappeared on the porch holding a steaming apple pie that she just baked.
“I love apple pie!” Jessica exclaimed. Her bad luck was finally gone.