“Great! A black cat on a Sunday can’t be a good thing!” Eloise thought to herself and she finished up the morning dishes. The cat just crossed beneath the kitchen window. Eloise wasn’t normally a superstitious person, but her day already had weird twists of fate occurring.
First there was the phone call from her mother saying that she was going to be coming to stay for a week. Apparently her father was out of town on business and her mother thought it would be a good time for a visit. It’s not that Eloise didn’t like spending time with her mother, but this wasn’t a very good week for her. Her mother was expected at five o’clock today, so Eloise was going to have to go to the grocery store to pick up something for dinner.
Next, as she was making breakfast for herself, she dropped a glass of orange juice on the floor. The shattered glass and juice had spread everywhere and she had to get down on her hands and knees to make certain she got every piece and drop. Several cuts later, she realized she had burned the bacon.
No, it was already not a good day. And now the damn cat had to cross her path. What more could go wrong?
She shouldn’t have said that. She went to the grocery store and filled her cart with things to make for the night’s dinner. She gets through the checkout line to discover that her credit card has been blocked. Of course, it’s Sunday so she can’t do anything to try and fix it until Monday. She had no other way to pay for the groceries, so left the store, highly embarrassed.
As she left, the black cat was sitting next to her car, as if waiting for her. She bent down to pet the cat.
“Now, why are you doing this to me, little one?” she asked the cat, as if expecting it to answer. “What did I ever do to you?” The cat purred and rubbed against her leg.
Eloise sighed and got into her car. It wasn’t until she was all the way home that she realized the cat had somehow managed to get into her car and climbed in the back seat. She tried to get it to go away, but it followed her all the way into her house. It refused to leave. It just continued to purr and rub against her leg.
“Fine! You can stay here, but stop giving me bad luck! I have enough bad luck of my own to deal with!”
Just then the phone rang. It was her mother telling her that she wasn’t going to be able to make it this week. Her friends were taking her on a cruise. Wasn’t that wonderful?
Eloise just looked at the cat and smiled.
Inspired by: The Writer’s Cramp