[center][h1]MF&P 13 - Luck[/h1][/center]

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[b]Superstition Kills[/b]

(TW: Cat Death)

[i]I sat beside my mother, the little home cage empty except for me and her. My littermates’ scents lingered, but they were long gone. Nobody wanted me, the little jet black kitten. The humans said it was because of a belief that black cats were bad luck. I was the only completely black one, and that fact seemed to burden me. 

The humans agreed– to find me a foster home. Our ears perked at the idea. Foster homes were places for cats to go be cared for temporarily until the humans found them a willing forever home. But would even a foster home take me?

My mother and I shared tongues once more before the humans herded me into the little cat carrier. I mewed a sad goodbye and was lifted away. 

I eyed the world outside from the little carrier. A blue sky splattered with fluffy white clouds was high up above. The sun shone as it was at its peak– noon, so the humans said. They put me in the backseat of a car, they called it. It moved along with us inside– rather fascinating, if you ask me.

They stopped at a small brick house and carried me out in the carrier. A pleasing-looking family of humans stood there. The adult male frowned and spoke, [b]“It’s a black cat?”[/b] He looked at me through the bars, skeptical. [b]“Don’t you guys know the rumor around these things?”[/b] The father spoke. After a few minutes of speaking, the family still agreed to take me in, but the father was still slightly skeptical.

I was turned over to the care of the foster family. They took me in somewhat reluctantly, but welcomed me. They let me out of the carrier to explore the small room they were situating me in. It had various cat toys and objects inside, to keep me entertained.

…………..

The father of the foster family still didn’t quite like me. And throughout my first full week with them, it’s like they had a case of bad luck. But not from me, right? From the kids having a bit less than decent grades to the dad getting a speeding ticket… 

He blamed it on me, the father did. [b]“It’s that damn black cat,”[/b] he’d growl to the mother. [b]“You know those things are cursed!”[/b]  

……

By the first day of the next week, the father was done with being irritated by bad luck that supposedly was caused by me. He sent me back to the shelter, and.. There wasn’t much else they could do– I was getting older and less adoptable. With sad tones, they spoke to me, [b]“Dear kitten.. We’ll have to send you off. We need room for more animals, and nobody is adopting you. It will be quick.”[/b] I understood– in order for them to  care for more, I had to go.

They bought me into the room with the bright light. Sorrow shone on their faces and they brought over a sharp object. I looked on as they struck me with the pain, and away went my vision– fading to black.
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By [@leopard]