Yeah, Blacky was a sweetheart. I remember when I first got him. Be was a neighbor's kitten, my sister was 7 and I was 9. They had him outside and he came over to our yard, we caught him and of course played with him. Then he started hanging at our home all the time. He'd meow at the door, jump hang onto the window. We let him in, and then the neighbor decided to just give us the kitten. We had other cats, my mom being a cat woman (cat lady of the neighborhood). Blacky was the cat I got attached to. All the members of my family had a special cat. Blacky was mine. He certainlt left his paw prints on my heart.

Annie