I’ll let you in on a secret: I once had a black cat named Luna. She would sit on my keyboard while I worked, knock pens off the table, and then stare at me like I owed her rent. Did my life fall apart? No. I got more deadlines.
She also caught a mosquito once. That’s the kind of luck you can expect: good karma, less bugs, and a warm lap in winter. Honestly, if that’s bad luck, sign me up.
So the next time someone whispers, “Oh no, a black cat!” just smile and say: “Actually, that’s my good luck charm—and he’s about to demand a chin scratch.”
