Black Cat Blues . . .

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Am going to return to Père Lachaise Cemetery again here, hope these graveyard blues won't get too old for you all, but it is such an amazingly rich and fertile ground for photographers. One cannot help but notice all the visible photography gear people are carrying in there on any given day, and understandably so. In any case, with James, of Weekend Reflections, I was wandering in Père Lachaise of an October Sunday afternoon, when James saw this black cat sitting on a grave. We both took turns doing portraits of it, as it studiously ignored us. I was especially taken with the reflection it was casting on the grey marble stone, wet with the rain that had been falling.
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A moment later I spotted the same cat crossing our path ahead, and so I turned aside so as not to be cursed with bad luck, as it hadn't actually crossed my path, given that my path had taken a new direction... or was it too late for that ? But what am I saying, I'm not the superstitious type at all. Well, not often. Are you ?
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Just when I thought I'd lost him, and could proceed in peace, he popped out from behind a stone, and looked reproachfully at me. You can see by his green eyes that he's the same one as the one we caught sitting on that tombstone. Life is strange sometimes !
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And somehow, he even found his way into this video ! ! ! He really gets around !
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