Once upon a time, we believed that black cats being unlucky was an old-fashioned superstition. An outdated belief.
That was until the uprising began. We soon realised that as we'd given them belly rubs and ear scratches, innocent of what was to come, we were in fact sealing our own fates.
Because it turns out that those meows were the roars of princes of darkness, those whiskers the swords of fallen warriors.
Look at these photos of black cats, but don't step too close to those furry bellies; you will fall into the underworld.