I went into town today with Skobath tucked into the pocket of my Spring jacket. She kept her little pink nose out to sample the world and sometimes reached a paw up to snag claws into the chest of my jacket.
At the grocery store Bess offered my kitten a piece of cheese while she scanned out our groceries.
Skobeth accepted the treat and took it deep into the pocket to devour her snack – Bess and I laughed at the nummy noises that we heard come from my chest.
Bess told me how lucky I was to have a cat from Barbie.
Barbie’s cats are apparently famous around town… all of Barbie’s gifts are famous around town.
Folks will say that no one knows what they need until Barbie gives it to them and to refuse one of her gifts is the worst kind of luck.
Paul was waiting by my truck when I left the store. He had my mail – which was weird enough – but, he handed it all to me unmolested.
He told me that a Barbie cat was good luck, but that I should be careful not to be in Barbie’s debt.
“Don’t go thanking her for giving you a single thing,” he warned. “She’ll get the idea that you owe her a favour and then you’ll be haunted.”
How do you get haunted by the living?