Game 13!
Let's play Jeopardy!
Answer: It doesn't exist.
What is "luck"?
While I haven't ever broken a mirror or walked under a ladder, even if these things were deemed "lucky" by old wives tales, I'm not sure I would participate in the routines! While I personally don't much believe in luck unless you're playing cards -- and even then that's more to do with "chance" -- I do have one little anti-christ of a lucky charm. My young kittie, Silhouette. Silly to all who know her. Her pal, and our second cat, Dekker, often helps her deem the hillarious nickname of "Black". She's a pound pup, rescued from the streets of Oakville Ontario, and we picked her up five years ago one fall. She's a prim and proper young lady, with schizophrenic tendencies and a mildly neurotic personality. Two summers ago, our little Silly got into the then open-basket kitchen garbage can up here at the cottage, and consumed an entire ham net that had been covered and cooked around that night's meal. The next few days she was literally in knots, and the netting was pulling and twisting at her insides. After a visit to the vet, the options were clear: multi thousand dollar surgery, or the needle.
Some people say crossing paths with a black cat is unlucky. No one's ever really delved into the luck that a black cat experiences personally. I like to think that Silly is one of the first black cats to come out on top of this whole mythical "luck" phenomena and live to tell the tale. She got the srugery, along with a festive Canadian Maple Leaf bandana for her July 1 release date, and has been safe and sound ever since.
Answer: It doesn't exist.
What is "luck"?
While I haven't ever broken a mirror or walked under a ladder, even if these things were deemed "lucky" by old wives tales, I'm not sure I would participate in the routines! While I personally don't much believe in luck unless you're playing cards -- and even then that's more to do with "chance" -- I do have one little anti-christ of a lucky charm. My young kittie, Silhouette. Silly to all who know her. Her pal, and our second cat, Dekker, often helps her deem the hillarious nickname of "Black". She's a pound pup, rescued from the streets of Oakville Ontario, and we picked her up five years ago one fall. She's a prim and proper young lady, with schizophrenic tendencies and a mildly neurotic personality. Two summers ago, our little Silly got into the then open-basket kitchen garbage can up here at the cottage, and consumed an entire ham net that had been covered and cooked around that night's meal. The next few days she was literally in knots, and the netting was pulling and twisting at her insides. After a visit to the vet, the options were clear: multi thousand dollar surgery, or the needle.
Some people say crossing paths with a black cat is unlucky. No one's ever really delved into the luck that a black cat experiences personally. I like to think that Silly is one of the first black cats to come out on top of this whole mythical "luck" phenomena and live to tell the tale. She got the srugery, along with a festive Canadian Maple Leaf bandana for her July 1 release date, and has been safe and sound ever since.
