A cat as black
As blackest coal
Is out upon
His midnight stroll,
His steps are soft,
His walk is slow,
His eyes are gold,
They flash and glow.
And so I run
And so I duck,
I do not need
His black-cat luck.






Author Unknown











This is Shadow. Our neighbor's aptly named cat. She can be found in our yard quite often. Which is fine by me seeing as how her presence keeps the squirrels from digging up my plants. So no, I don't consider her the bringer of bad luck. But I will admit as the nights grow darker, earlier, and the oak and maple leaves littering out driveway skitter and dance in the restless evening wind Columbus Circle has taken on a slightly more ominous feel after hours. And I've been out and about lately only to have Shadow's 'presence' scare the living daylights out of me.