FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Every year is exactly the same. I hope for one year to come where I don't have to worry, but alas my wishes aren't granted.

Any other date or any other day of the week I'm perfectly fine. Example? Thursdays which fall on the 8th of the month - no problem. Weekends on the 22ndand 23rd of any month - again, no issues come up. And when the date lands on a Thursday, Saturday or a Sunday, I don't get in trouble.

But when the month starts with a Sunday, I can already see the cogs turning in people's heads.

In case you weren't aware by now, I am a black cat. As a black cat, I generally don't have any specific influence on people's lives. I will admit, there is somewhat an effect on my personality on certain days, as well as those who surround me. When I was involved with the musical theatre group? They wanted me to be in a production of cats, simply because I was a cat (and lets face, Doberman's are terrible excuses for cats, or actors in general). What about Halloween? Well, whenever I'm hanging around with humans, particularly females at costume parties, I become somewhat an accessory for their witch costumes - whether ridiculously sexualised, or cartoonish to shades of black and green. (By the way, I could definitely pull of the sexy witch - I have the hips for it).

But no day grinds my gears more than Friday the 13th. I see it almost every year - most of my neighbours will generally avoid me, get incredibly uncomfortable when I'm around them, and I don't see some of them until next Friday because of how intensely scared they are. What is it about me that undergoes such radically change whilst it's Friday the 13th? Why is it that, of all days, of all the dates, that particular combination makes me such an undesirable companion?

Of course, I'm not alone in this. Although I don't hang around with them as much, I do have a few black feline companions to hang around with, fill the empty silence of Friday the 13th. Most of the time we joke about how much of an evil force we are together, particularly having fun with anyone who has to work on that day - I remember one time on the 13th, we all met at this little coffee shop. We went to order, and to our amusement a particularly superstitious racoon was manning the till, the flesh under his fur going a few shades pale at the sight of us - a gather of at least 4 or 5 black cats. If one was bad luck, a whole cluster of us was certain death.

And what happened? It seems it was self-fulfilling prophecy - the racoon could not navigate his through the café to save his life. Thank God we had to collect from the counter, because if that poor thing had to carry coffee around on a tray, there would have been quite a few serious burns and compensation cases in the court.

But even with our fun, it must be addressed - there are those few whom take the label seriously, and those who act like jackasses.

First of all, I have to feel sorry for those black cats out there who feel they have to regulate themselves particularly harder on months with Friday the 13thin them. They trip over themselves to make sure they don't hurt anyone, some of them essentially making the issue worse. Some don't even leave their homes on the day - shame really.

But then there are the guys who walk around, using the day to get their way. Most of the time, when I see these kinds of guys, I secretly pray that their luck runs out on the day and gets hit by a bus.

In short, Friday the 13th is the biggest load I've ever lived through.