Spookipaws Cat is terrifyingly lucky. Black fur, midnight tail, sharp little stare? She’s the good omen of all good omens!
For Spookipaws, vending machines double-drop. Every flight she has a spare seat next to her. Her umbrella? Never lost. Her toast? Always lands butter-side up.
At Halloween, her luck goes into overdrive. Full-size chocolate bars. Never a single raisin. Even Timmy Turtle agreed to wear a costume once. “A moment of madness,” he muttered. She just winked.
Stick close. You might catch a little of the magic.
Spookipaws Cat is terrifyingly lucky. Black fur, midnight tail, sharp little stare? She’s the good omen of all good omens!
For Spookipaws, vending machines double-drop. Every flight she has a spare seat next to her. Her umbrella? Never lost. Her toast? Always lands butter-side up.
At Halloween, her luck goes into overdrive. Full-size chocolate bars. Never a single raisin. Even Timmy Turtle agreed to wear a costume once. “A moment of madness,” he muttered. She just winked.
Stick close. You might catch a little of the magic.