Due to a fateful domestic-adoption decision several months back, a black cat now crosses my path about 20 times a day (and maybe hundred times a day on the weekend). I guess if it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all (and if it wasn’t for disappointments I wouldn’t have any appointments…).
So how bad is my luck going to be _now_?
Tim Converse 
in the UK a black cat crossing your path is good luck. Teach ’em to meow with a Brit accent and you’ll be fine.
Aahh, adorable. Forget about superstition, and enjoy the entertainment!
I still look for toys that will amuse my 4 year old red tabby. He’s got issues with heights, and prefers running to climbing. I’m sure yours will climb to the roof if you let them, eh?