My unlucky human

So soon in the morning and he is already awake. He hurriedly came to give me food. Surely, he won't be at home today. But don't get fooled, I am not complaining. My name is Martis, a five years old cat. My human is the grandson of my late owner. It has been two weeks since I got into his house. He is really kind but so unlucky, like his late grandmother. Is it a disease in their family? I tough.I don't think so, perhaps it is because I am a cat, a black cat.