Black Cats – Why Does The Man Try To Keep Them Down?Posted: January 24, 2012
It is generally understood that having a black cat cross one’s path is considered a bad omen. I’m a somewhat superstitious guy, but I’ve never found myself in any kind of peril after I intersected with a black cat. I think these cats are getting a bad rap for something that most of them are not involved in. It’s like a Newt Gingrich speech that we keep recycling.
Today, I saw something that makes me want to right that wrong. I’m thinking I want to start a counter superstition.
I was driving in traffic this morning on a four lane thoroughfare. I was next to a bus. Coming in the other direction were two cars, side by side. Everyone was moving about 40 mph and traffic was just what you’d think it was during the rush hour.
Looking ahead (because we know I am all about IPDE), I saw a black cat running for all it was worth toward the busy road. I don’t know what had scared it so, but this cat was running hard and clearly had no intention of stopping at the curb to look in both directions. I knew this could not come to a good ending for the cat. The only remaining question in my mind was which of us was going to have the misfortune of dispatching this poor animal with our vehicle.
The cat ran across the path of the bus and passed in front of my car. I just knew that I was going to hit him, but I didn’t. I’m not sure how I didn’t, because I could not have braked without causing an accident. I’m also not sure why I’m saying the cat was a male. He was not wearing pants and I’m not adept at identifying a cat’s gender under the most favorable of circumstances. These were not favorable cat gender assignment conditions.
The cat rocketed across the front of my car unscathed and headed into certain doom in oncoming traffic.
The people driving the oncoming cars saw him coming. I could see them tensing, both certain they were going to hit the poor cat. They were wrong. The cat leaped onto the curb and never slowed down.
It occurred to me to write that he made it across that street by a whisker, but that would sort of imply he was running backward. If he were, he never would have made it past the bus. I’ll be satisfied with saying that he barely made it.
… He Lived.
It is time that we consider a new way of looking at black cats. Perhaps we should judge them as individuals. There is no way that cat could be a threat to me, or any one of the other four of us whose paths were crossed. In fact, I would contend that his sheer luck had to rub off on us.
Join me. Teach your children that cats are cats. Correct your friends when they point out a black cat and call it an omen. Together, we can change this harmful superstition.