Walking down the street one night I came across a black cat crossing the street. You know that old saying about black cats 'don't let them cross your path' or something like that, so I tried to walk faster so that wouldn't happen, but to no avail that cat would not seem to let me get ahead of him or her on this midnight walk. What could this 'cat' want or need from me? I wondered about this and thought maybe this cat just wants the company and then all of the sudden in a flash it ran at me.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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I find this story very amusing. People do avoid black cats because they think its a bad omen or something. Maybe it just have a message from the underworld .
I love black cats and have one named Raven!
Cats are cats and do what they want. I see many black cats and have no problem with them