looking for a black cat to cross my path

growing up we always had animals around, it was just the way it was. there were dogs, cats, squirrls, hell i think i remebmer once we had a baby deer but that could just be the years and clouded memories talking. regardless, i could never really say that i had a pet, one that i called my own. our first dog, a very lovealbe miniature schnowzer was in the era of my two older sisters, and the second dog, a big dopey german shepard was more during the time of my nearest sister and i. though neither one was really my pet.

the closest i probably ever came was a small black cat named ziggy. i don't remebmer the circumstances that brought her into the house, but only that one afternoon my mom and i drove out to a farm where she had learned that some kittens that had been dumped by the side of the road were, and they were looking for homes. we looked over the cats and while her eyes settled on a very quiet, beautiful little white cat i had my eye on a little rambunkchus black cat who was terrorizing the others she was with.

about three weeks ago i found out that she wandered away from the house and had been gone for a few days. news delivered to me via e-mail inbetween the local weater report and what was had for lunch at subway that day. that was three weeks ago. she's gone.

so if anyone has seen, or sees a small black cat that used to sleep down in my room with me - please direct her to beverly hills where this halloween i would love for a little black cat to cross my path