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Source: Superstition
Flynn: Yesterday, I had a couple of black objects crossing my path. After coming home from Mom’s doctor’s appointment and eating breakfast at Erik’s DeliCafe, she suggested that I call Das Squirrel and deliver our leftover R.E.O. Speedwagon sandwiches to him because she said the cold cuts were too salty for her. I took my car and outta habit, I drove towards my long stretch of road. I traveled eastbound and took the Sageland where I saw a black cat walking from left to right. Its tale was crooked and it was rather small. I paused and allowed it to pass, past a pile of yard trimmings. En route homebound down the Rue, I encountered a black crow walking from left to right. It walked slowly as I paused and allowed it to pass, past a pile of yard trimmings. These two incidences allowed me to appreciate the moment, to realize that nothing is superstitious, and to acknowledge that all lives matter, even animals with black colorations – fur and feather.
Kitty: Bravo, Flynn! Bastet has approved of your concern for her blackish cats, who were once destroyed outta superstition. Bastet may consider you into her kingdom. But that’s not gonna happen since you’re human, and not feline. She, however, didn’t understand why you allowed the black crow a second chance on the earthly plane. You could have ensured her a quick meal had you sped over 25 miles per hour in residential areas and ran over that delicious feathered creature. Since you have saved both lives, Bastet will forgive your interference. Your limited human perception won’t be held against you. Be aware that she will scratch you if you mess up the next time.
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