Oh, happy day!
Triskaidekaphobia? Not me! I love the number 13…and it’s October, in which my favorite day falls…also, divinely, with a “3” and “1”... ❤ (I’m not, however, the prime example of superstitious, as I confess to an affinity for black felines, and witchery to boot.)
I never understood why people were so utterly terrified of the number itself – many of the fears human beings harbor are human constructs, and (frankly) contrived at that. While Friday and 13 were independently on the outs in some ways, there’s some vacillation regarding historical timing of the two as a pair.
In any case, I’m positively delighted about it. Lucky is as lucky believes.
To learn more about the purported origins of this sassy superstition, click here!
I love, love, L ❤ VE @lovetofoster‘s page and completely found them by accident (through some other gothic or witch-like page, naturally – it was the wing’ed black beauty I came across first!)
I mean…if winged (black) cats existed, I’d fight tooth and nail to be the guardian – I’m not sure much is cuter (except of course our black cats…and their older siblings…and every other cat on the planet, especially the huge ones…and the black ones. . .)
Anyway, love this page, and love the Halloween inspired images they’ve added lately. Even better are the wonderful people behind the scenes…because those who rescue and foster have beautiful hearts. ❤
This reminds me a lot of our Keku… God forbid I open the pantry, or brush a finger across a food bowl by accident. He even screams like there’s a horror film happening…!
Love, love, love Autumn . . .
My Pinterest Boards – “Atmosphere” here – give me away. . .
Unique Vintage’s Halloween Collection is absolutely adorable on every level…and totally my speed, as 50s fabulousness is concerned. ❤
The bat and web sweaters might be my favorite but when Hallows is involved, it’s awfully hard to choose…
My baby girl looked a vampire with those beautiful fangs (ones which, I daresay, she bared to all but her thankful mum.) ❤
I had the painful task of helping her transition – with her permission, which I had – just under four months ago. I still cry when I think of her, and I feel a void where once her little voice sounded, but I will ever be thankful that she and I were united nearly 13 years ago – she was the closest life I had for a while.
She was, without question, my little girl, through and through…and how blessed I was she chose for me to fulfill that role for her, because wild animals DO choose. ❤
When we open our hearts to the Universe, it gives us the gift of being able to be present with others – human or otherwise – to offer our love, and to be there when friendship, compassion, trust, and mercy are needed most.
While in some ways I felt I didn’t have the right, it was a responsibility I would fulfill to the very best of my ability…for her. For my angel.
Totally my kind of “hang out” crew. . . ❤