If you google Black Cat, you get such a variety of hits. From fireworks to bad luck. I remember my kid brother used to love buying Black Cat fireworks. In fact, he lost his hearing on one of his ears because he popped Black Cats so much as a kid. We would go out to our farm in the woods on the weekend and he would pop those things all the time. He blew up cans, cow patties, and other junk. The cow patties got really nasty sometime because they would blow up all over the place. These days it seems like we keep such a tight reign on our kids compared to when we grew up. I can’t imagine my boys blowing up cow patties on a Sunday afternoon . . .