Last Thursday at noon I was going along the highway to get to a class... It was extremely hot and noisy. Suddenly I noticed a strange black spot, near the edge of the paved road. As I came closer I realized it was a tiny black cat... She, as I later discovered, looked so weak... It was so odd she was lying there, the noise was unbearable. She looked like she can hardly move...

I gave up my class in order to take her to a veterinarian. I just couldn't resist her face
I called a friend who brought me a cardboard box, and together we managed to get her inside of it (it wasn't easy. she was frightened).

As I suspected, she was dehydrated and had a severe ear infection.
Obviously I took her home... After she came down, she was about as cute as can be. She was so cuddly! I petted her for hours...
I named her Milla, don't know why, that's the first name who came to my mind.

The next day me and Dagan drove up north again for a family trip.
So I left little Milla with the friend who helped me, and her roomates.
She called me the next morning to say she has disappeared
They don't know how, maybe form her porch, maybe she escaped through the door when they haven't noticed...
Only then I realized how attached I was to her.
I miss her so much!
Her tiny beautiful face with such smart eyes.
I keep having dreams about tiny black cats...
I pray she is ok.

And the thing is, now i'm not even sure I can handle a cat, cause I was so worried about her, and felt so responsible, it became hard to bear.
(plus my boyfriend is a dog lover)

Of course I haven't had the chance to photograph her, since I don't have a camera /:
But maybe it's for the best since I would stare at her photos all day long.


That's it. Sorry for the length.
Just wanted to share...