Why would anyone ever say that black cats were bad omens? Look at how adorable that kitten is!
The other day this cute little black cat darted across the road, and an intern in a white lab coat on a bike actually pulled over – screeched to a stop – so that someone, anyone, would “tread the cat’s path” and break the spell. Stopping traffic in the process. I crossed the road. Spell broken.
Did I get hit by a wave of bad luck? No. Things got better from there.
Did a branch fall on me and crack my head open like a damn coconut? No. Maybe a dandelion thingamajig did. I don’t remember.
Did I fall face first into a puddle? Heck no.
The point is, the poor kitty was just crossing the road. That cat, stupid-intern-on-the-bike, is an Indian too. Just like you and I. Okay? Stop being so overly dramatic. Arsehat. How do people like that even come from science? They probably come from scones, more like. All unstable, crumbly logic. Wait, there’s no logic here. The cat was just crossing the road. Period.
There was NO need for you to hold up traffic. I’m the hero, and you’re – I’ll say it again – an arsehat.
This was the third installment of the Day Five Photo Challenge that my DL (https://markbialczak.wordpress.com) nominated me for. Thank you, DL, I loooove you!
The rules are simple: You post a photo each day for five days in a row, with a story – fiction, non-fiction, anything (heck, you can even ramble just like I DID) – attached. And you nominate a fellow blogger.
I won’t nominate anyone, though. EVERYONE ignores my nominations. Which I absolutely detest.