I had a dream this morning. In it I lived in a cool multi level home near Irazu on Milwaukee. I had a hot tub and a poorly crafted kitchen. I also had a baby-which I paid little attention to in the dream. I had my eye on something cuter...for some reason there was a litter of wild persian kittens in my driveway. In the dream one particular kitten caught my eye. She was tiny. Barely fit in my hand. Soft as silk and black as night. Blacker in fact, she was so dark that when the moonlight hit her she had a blue sheen. She had one small white patch on her back just above her tail. I held her for for only a few moments but I knew that I had to have that kitten. Her other little kitten brothers and sisters had escaped my grasp but she-little blue black angel that she was-had not. Unfortunately she did have some severe little kitten claws and I dropped her. She made a mad dash for cover under a big brown van. I couldn't reach her after that. I tried for what seemed like an eternity. I woke up to Pawel screaming about being late for work. I woke up feeling empty. Like something was missing...I know what it was. My kitten. I must find this kitty! This kitty has been preordained by the very gods to be with me. So, if you see a teeny tiny little squashy faced persian kitten who is so black she is nearly blue and has a tiny white patch above her tail-then you must contact me at once.