Bad luck . . . huh! Seems to me luck is what you make of it.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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.