The black cat determined to cross my path.
There's a little black cat that lives about half a block away from me on Prescott. Every time I walk by, it runs out from its hiding place near the porch and wants to be petted. It meows plantively and follows for the rest of the block whether it gets petted or not. It's really cute, and I'm not superstitious. Still, it seems a bit odd to me that, out of all the multitude of cats, the one who wants to be my friend--to get "familiar" if you will--is a black one.
