Growing up, I was told one universal lie: every cat, especially a black one was an agent of evil. I heard it from my parents, neighbours, and of course, those dramatic home videos that painted felines as symbols of witchcraft. If a black cat crossed my path, I was doomed for the day. If one stared at me too long, it was spying for an unseen force. And heaven forbid it meowed in the middle of the night, it was definitely plotting something sinister.
As a child, I embraced these myths without question. I ran at the sight of a cat, whispered prayers if one crossed my path, and avoided touching them like they carried some supernatural curse. Home videos reinforced the narrative—every villain had a cat perched on their lap, and every haunted house had one lurking in the shadows. My innocent mind believed that cats were more than just animals; they were omens.
Some of the myths were even more terrifying. I was warned that if a cat’s saliva touched my eyes, I would go blind. Others claimed that a cat’s wrinkles were poisonous and capable of causing severe illness. These stories made cats seem not just mysterious but outright dangerous.
But then I grew up.
Somewhere along the line, I began to see the truth. Cats weren’t plotting against me—they were just playful, curious, and, at most, mischievous creatures. I realised that their so-called “spying” was just them being… well, cats. The once-dreaded midnight meows? Just their way of announcing hunger or boredom. And those home video superstitions? Pure entertainment, designed to keep me glued to my screen.
Not only did I discover that cats are not evil, but I also learned they are among the most affectionate animals. They purr when happy, rub against their owners to show love, and even curl up beside you for warmth and comfort. Having a cat around brings a sense of companionship and calmness, and I encourage everyone to consider having one playing around their room. The joy of watching a cat chase its tail or lazily stretch in a sunbeam is truly unmatched.
The lesson here? Not everything I hear is true. Myths, whether about black cats or other childhood fears, can shape my perceptions until I take a closer look. So, the next time a black cat crosses your path, don’t panic. Maybe it just wants to be your friend—or at least, get a scratch behind the ear.
After all, cats aren’t evil. They are loving, playful, and full of personality and just really good at starring in horror movies.
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