Now I don’t mind people talking. Talk is normal. Talk is good. Gossip – not so good. Especially when they talk about the old Bad Luck Cat legend. I can’t claim that I’ve ever had a cat of my own. Not that I dislike cats, but my wife and I have always been dog people. I heard the legend about the Bad Luck Cat the first week I opened my shop, and I didn’t think much about it until I met Sabrina Tate. Sabrina’s a mystery writer and one of my regular customers who spends a good bit of time writing at Hot Stuff. She and a black cat named Hitchcock adopted each other, and now some are saying that he’s the legendary Bad Luck Cat. Shame on them. Most people are smart enough to not say this to Sabrina’s face. She’s a writer and she could easily put someone in a book and kill them. Not that doing so would make her feel any better. She’d prefer people stop slandering her cat. Hitchcock’s a cool cat, and if I ever decided to have a cat of my own I’d want one just like him.
Hitchcock and Sabrina have solved a couple of local mysteries, and I hope they decide to stick around. I, for one, feel like they make Lavender a much safer town to live in. You can read about their escapades in BLACK CAT CROSSING and THE BLACK CAT KNOCKS ON WOOD. And don’t forget to stop and smell the coffee.