I happen to glance over at the window and this is what I saw. Rémy sitting on the window sill but rather than watching the birds outside, she had her eye on me.
She is a sweet cat, big, black and fluffy. Her sister is small, is black and white and is always darting from room to room, scaring me.
They couldn’t be more different but they make life interesting.
Are you superstitious?
I don’t believe I am superstitious. My sister was born on a Friday the 13th and that was a lucky day for my family. I own a black cat who continues to cross my path and nothing bad happens. I own two ladders but for safety reasons, I don’t walk under them.
I don’t toss salt over my shoulder because seriously I’d have to clean it up. Never having an encounter with a ghost, I don’t believe in them. However I do believe my cats are fully capable of seeing my guardian angel.
I have no lucky charms or rituals. I’d lose a lucky charm and forget a ritual and do it in the wrong order.
So no, I am not superstitious.
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