I love black cats; I have always loved black cats. You know how the saying goes, people say black cats are bad luck. This always seemed ridiculous to me, but when I learned that black cats are actually adopted significantly less often, I became really upset. I could never understand how a blanket statement as general as that could be genuinely applied to black cats. 

Even as a child, I always knew that a cat is a cat regardless of the color. I always associated black cats with darker themes. Halloween, bad luck, spooky times, you know? Regardless, when I pet a black cat, they felt the same, they purred the same, they meowed the same, they were just cute. I used black cats to symbolize the parts of my identity that the world tends to shun, or have become controversial in recent times. Hence, the charm belt. 

I also put a horseshoe on the bottom of my foot to symbolize my inherent good luck. I think as long as I maintain a character I can be proud of and do my best, the world will grow flowers for me.