Never Kick a Black Cat

Know that oaths, you position about not letting a black cat walk across your path? Do you believe it? Well, if you do or even if you don't, perhaps you'll be interested in hearing the strange tale of Felix Darnell and the cat that screamed in the night high above the streets of the city.

It was a cold, dreary, rain-swept day when Felix Darnell first met the cat. Felix Darnell was a construction foreman and the well-spenser project from the Lower East Side. The well-spenser building was already 13 stories high, with but seven floors more to go.

The building would be one of the mightiest and most ultra-modern structures on the East Side. Now, Felix was a tall, thin, scarecrow of a man. But the muscles of his body were taught and finally He was a former of an older day.

Indeed, he might have worked on the pyramids or the colossus of roads. But Felix Darnell was a lonely man with no one to share his pride. He ate alone, lived alone, and walked, and on this cold, dreary, rain swept day, he walked cold, dreary rain swept day he walked to his job staring down, suddenly there before him,

a long, thin black cat stalked from an alley and vaulted on its torches. Felix Darnell didn't see the cat till he nearly stumbled across him. He snapped out of his reverie, cursed cats. He hated cats. Viciously he aimed a kick at it. The cat howled in pain and and slunk off miserable and wet in the rain.

When Felix reached the project, he changed into his overalls and cap and took the lift for 13th floor. By now the rain had abated some bottom, as he looked at the scaffolds and the catwalks, Felix Darnell was not happy.