Just look at those eyes.
I used to have a lovely black cat. Her name was Darma. I adopted Darma when she was already a senior from my vet. She had been found on the road, hit by a car and my vet cared for her hoping that someone would claim her. OH NO! of course not. This gal was now a homeless cat. Darma was beautifully crooked and had a miserable-looking smurk. She walked into my home and immediately put everyone into the corner. Oh, she was a peach, all right. They all hated her but in time they learned to just ignore the 'ol cow and she would soon live out her days, they hoped. We had a cottage at the time that we rented every summer so we took Darma with us so that she would not cause havock at home while we vacationed. She was in her glory. Loved the cottage life. She was like a dog, never left the cottage and I could have her outside with me and she stuck right beside me. What a lady, she was. She would stand in her crooked position and stare at me with a look that would have won her a part in the Exorcist. But that was her way and she usually just wanted a piece of my sandwich. We enjoyed her for 2 years and then at the age of approximately 16 (vet's opinion), she got ill and passed away. I cried for days. I missed her so much. So on this Friday the 13 do something a little out of the ordinary and LOOK for a black cat. Look deep into those gorgeous eyes and give the cat a big hug. Happy Friday the 13th, everyone.