The Black Cat

                                          acacello

Once there was a black cat. He did not care much for superstition. So one day just to prove it to himself, he walked across the road, up the road, down the road and in all other directions he could think of, crossing his own path over and over.
He had nine lives.

The next morning he went down to have breakfast. A bowl of milk with colourful treats in it. He finished the lot in one gulp. The cat overdosed on Froot Loops.
So he had eight lives.

Fearing of milk and food in the bowl now, the cat tried to catch a mouse. But the mouse was mightily hungry, and the cat ended up being mauled by its meal.
Then it had seven lives.

Then to clear his head, he went out and climbed atop a tree. A plane fell out of the sky and hit smack right into the branch he was on.
Down to six lives.

He pulled himself out of the wreckage and tried to lick himself clean. He choked on his own fur.
Five lives left.

He coughed out the clump of fur and at that moment the door from the crashed plane flew open and landed on him.
Arriving at four lives.

He stretched himself out from under the door and saw who it was that blew the plane door out. Chuck Norris. The cat had a heart attack. When he came to moments later, Chuck Norris was in front of him, staring at him. Chuck Norris walked past the cat. The cat dropped dead, because Chuck Norris did not get bad luck when black cats cross his path, black cats get bad luck crossing Chuck Norris' path.
Lives three and two gone.

He woke up and thought of his miserable day. What a horrible day. One life left. He stood still and waited. He waited for an hour. Two hours. Three hours. Six hours. Nothing else happened. He was safe. He took a step forward, stumbled on his own leg, and broke his neck.
Black cat dead.

Moral of the story: Do not cross a black cat's path, even if you are a black cat.....unless you are Chuck Norris.