So, at 4:19 this morning, I suddenly woke up thinking only one thought: "Chocolate milk!" Those who know me can attest to the fact that I absolutely love chocolate milk- and living with Becca only increased my unquenchable thirst for chocolaty goodness. However, milk was a bad choice. I had been awake all night feeling horribly sick and was slightly delirious with a fever. So yeah, water would have been the better option here. Oh well, I just love chocolate milk.
Back to the story though. I stumbled out of my bed, managing to make it to the kitchen- even though I was incredibly dizzy. As I opened the fridge and spied the sacred bottle of Hershey's syrup, I suddenly heard something crying. I was seriously scared out of my mind because I knew it wasn't my puppy and my roommate's cat can't make any noises other than that of a dying cat. I looked around the kitchen, clutching the chocolate syrup and thinking I was most likely delusional. Then, I heard it louder and louder and looked at the window to see a HUGE black cat sitting on my window sill watching me. We made eye contact (which was discomforting), and I swear he bowed his head or SOMETHING. Outside, it was raining pretty hard so I guess it was crying because it was stuck out in the weather. This was all too Poe-esque for me. Seriously. When do massive black cats appear in the middle of a rain storms? In horror movies or other creepy X-Files episodes. So, I did what any intelligent person would do. I took my chocolate milk and fumbled my way back to bed.
For the next HOUR, I lay awake on the OPPOSITE side of my house hearing the cat crying. I'm not completely heartless, so I finally went to the door and tried to get it to come inside. For ten minutes, I begged the cat to come inside, calling it "kitty, kitty" and offering it cat food. It just stared at me and would almost come inside before running off and crying again. Some things just don't want my help or want to be saved. Lesson learned.
So because it didn't want to come inside (and I didn't want to hear it cry), I scared it away, chasing it off of my front porch. When I got back in bed, I thought about all those crazy things you hear about black cats. OK. Let me just say again that I was sick and tired and that this was just SO WEIRD! I'm not really superstitous, but I thought for kicks I would google if this cat was supposedly bad luck. This is what I found (and I have not altered this in the least):
Bad Luck Associated With Black Cats Include:
Meeting a black cat early in the morning.
Having a black cat turn its back on you.
Scaring or driving away a black cat from your property.
I'm screwed.
