Do you believe in superstition? I don't, not really. I feel free to walk under a ladder, step on a crack a thousand times, it doesn't matter, anyways! My mom works at a hospital. I've broken two mirrors when I was 6 and 7, and "14 years of bad luck" accumulated, and all I'm having now is good luck!
A black cat has never crossed my path before, not now or ever. It's not that I never expect it to happen. In fact, I'll bet that if a cat crosses my path when I walk home from school, I will trip right over him and onto my face. And I will have to be rushed to the hospital, to get surgery for some reason (what kind of surgery do you get when you fall on your face?). And then I would call out for my mom on my deathbed, and she will come rushing to me from the Cancer-Care Center, and my last croaking words before I die will be, "See ya in Heaven!" Then my head will loll to the side in death. Not so much.
If a black cat crosses my path (really), I will immediately crouch down to pet him. And not die at the hospital. And I will ask him how adorably cute he is, and I'll pet him and nuzzle him.
And the black kitty will be annoyed that he didn't do his job, and will report back to the devil, and say: "Mission failed." And his head will be chopped off. Not so much.
The black cat will be satisfied that he didn't do his job. He will report back to the Angel Station in Heaven, and will say: "Mission accomplished!" And he will finally get those lovely wings he had so much coveted before, and he will get that shiny golden halo he had so much coveted before, and he will live happily ever after.