The cat crossed the street daintily, pointing his feet like a ballet dancer, lifting them high as if his feet were too… — Vera Caspary Copy Share Image
“A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the rhyme, Ou va-ti mistigri?… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
His mother called such people ignorant and superstitious, but his father only shook his head slowly and puffed his pipe and said… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
