I am quite the superstitious one and have always believed
that if a black cat crosses your path, it’s bad luck. The same as if you step
on 3 drains in a row, it’s also bad luck and you have to turn around 3 times
and spit to expel your bad luck. So I told my flat mate if it crosses you we’ll
have to go somewhere and come back later. As we were hesitating by our front
door, we watched this poor little thing, looking sad and forlorn on the
doorstep. It seemed to be knocking on the door with its paw and trying to get
inside. I felt my eyes well up with tears for this poor creature and knew I had
to do something for it. I just felt so bad. This poor little thing was outside
in the cold and alone and lost. I don’t know if it had a home or a family. I
just hoped it would be okay.
When we went inside, I was eager to leave it a bowl of water,
just in case it was thirsty. I don’t know what cats eat and I don’t have pets
so don’t have any cat food to give it. So after much reluctance by my flat
mate, I convinced her we should leave a bowl of water outside our door. I have
been looking out of my front window every few minutes to see if it’s taken even
a sip but I can’t see it now. I hope the cat is okay. It’s such a cold night
and the little thing was all alone. I feel so sad thinking about it and hate the
fact that if I wasn’t scared of cats, I’d welcome it into my house and make it
feel safe and at home.
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