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BlogFest 2012 Day 7 - How do you feel about cats, black cats, superstitions?

Posted by Claudia Moser on 2:04 PM in , ,
Kelly had a lovely question, which reminded me of Paris and the Seine banks and also of Le Chat Noir.

I associate this picture with the capital of France, with its flavours and lovely impressions. Somehow I smell autumn in my nostrils while walking under the October sun on the street of Montparnasse, can you feel it too?

What about you? How do you feel about cats, black cats, superstitions?





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I don't believe in superstitions, I think :)


I am a bit supersticious, I think. I wouldn't walk under a ladder and if I break a mirror, I'm afraid of 7 years bad luck. But black cats, not so sure.
Karen


I want to go to France-- I'm not hugely superstitious and I love cats...black or otherwise.

I still want to go to France :)


Hi Claudia. If a black cat runs in front of you, I can't remember if it's supposed to be lucky or unlucky!!


I love that poster!!!!

Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com


My first cat was a black cat. Background: My mother died when I was 10; I visited a farm when I was 12 and they had kittens; my best friend and I were both encouraged to adopt one. ONE kitten had been dropped off with her mom a few weeks prior, but her mom had since died. She was sweet and affectionate, and yes, all black. So I had to pick her.

Unfortunately, my stepmother was superstitious and it creeped her out; OBVIOUSLY, I must be a witch, since I had chosen to bring a black cat home. This did not make an already rocky relationship any easier.


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@Sulekkha - good :)
@Karen - every person has his / her own superstition, right?
@Jenn - please do come, anytime
@Diane- unlucky if they cross your path
@Kathy - ditto
@Beverly - what a story, thank you for sharing it, I don't believe you being a witch!

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