When I was a tween, colored contacts were the new science discovery on my mind. Suddenly, anyone could look like anything they wanted. Since I lived in “hell” (a.k.a. Paris, Texas) and wanted to be anyone else from anywhere else, the idea of a drastic change to my appearance was appealing. I wanted (and still do!) to have jet black hair with vibrant green eyes.

Fast forward quite a few years and a version of that dream came true. Sosta was just that: the blackest black fur and the most vibrant green eyes. (She also had a little white patch just below her collar bone and a tiny/thin white stripe across her belly that few people ever saw.)

This kitty reminded me of Sosta. He’s doesn’t have the white “angel kisses”, but he’s special in his own way.