Sunday night, a black cat crossed and 30 seconds later I almost hit a deer in the road. It was just standing there staring at me. Benny was sitting in the passenger seat because he had thrown his back out so I didn't want to slam on the brakes (and hurt him worse). Didn't want to swerve because that's how folks die. BUT, didn't want to hit the damn deer. So, I just slowed down and hoped it ran the right way. It didn't. But it didn't run the wrong way either. Just stood there.
Then, Wednesday morning another black cat crossed. A few hours later I was jumping on the trampoline with my kids and broke my toe. That shit hurts! The bruise is a lot darker now and twice as big and I now walk funny.

THEN, yesterday we went to South Louisiana with Benny. A damn black cat crossed our path and of course he laughed. But ya, he wasn't laughing later on when we got lost and he drove 50 miles to only go 4. Or when he had to change a tire on the trailer, in the freezing rain, on a tiny ass hwy with no shoulder. Or when he had to drive in the snow.
I don't think he will be laughing at me anymore. Who am I kidding, he probably will. He's an ass like that sometimes. I do know I'm shooting the next black cat that tries that shit thought!









