Bad Luck

They say I'm bad luck . . . . I don't know what they mean.  I've got good luck.  I WAS at a house with grabby kids and a really big loud dog so I just climbed over the fence until I found a place I liked.  NOW I live with this nice tall guy called Art.  He doesn't have any kids or dogs and HE actually chases away any other cats that try to get my food. I make sure they leave the yard, though . . .make sure they know we mean business.  

Bad luck . . .  huh!  Seems to me luck is what you make of it.