Walking along Victoria Drive in Vancouver (near 37th St.), I noticed a thrift store, and on a whim, decided to go inside. As I perused the shelves crowded with household items and nick-nacks I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Until I saw the Japanese Daruma, and it suddenly occurred to me that I might find a lucky cat. An instant later and two objects to the left and behind the Daruma, there they were. Not one, but two lucky cats. It seemed I was meant to find them.
It wasn’t until I walked up to the check-out counter with my lucky find that I noticed the gold lucky cat by the cash register, the two living cats, and the big white beckoning cat looking out through the front window. It must have worked its beckoning magic without me even being aware of it.