our black cat once ran under the ladder of a bunk bed, crashed into a mirror leaning against the wall, causing it to fall against a shelf and knock a salt shaker off (we were in college, gotta keep your food stuff in your room and whatnot). The mirror crashed to the floor and broke. We didn’t believe in curses and that fully cemented that belief for us.
If a curse is the price to pay for him, he’s worth it to me.
Our Philly Cheesesteak too.
Here’s Bolita!!
(My wife’s terrible with names) Bolita often does that loopy thing with her tail. We should have named her Donita (little donnut) instead.
our black cat once ran under the ladder of a bunk bed, crashed into a mirror leaning against the wall, causing it to fall against a shelf and knock a salt shaker off (we were in college, gotta keep your food stuff in your room and whatnot). The mirror crashed to the floor and broke. We didn’t believe in curses and that fully cemented that belief for us.