A black cat crossing your path isn’t necessarily bad luck. But cross a black cat and you’re just asking for trouble.
In fondest memory of Spike who is no doubt raiding St. Peters’ kitchen for delicious grease-dripping pizza.
A black cat crossing your path isn’t necessarily bad luck. But cross a black cat and you’re just asking for trouble.
In fondest memory of Spike who is no doubt raiding St. Peters’ kitchen for delicious grease-dripping pizza.
Aw. I miss my Spike. I love that he is immortalized by means of your brilliance! Thank you again.