Ode to Jeffrey aka ‘I can’t tell you why’

We lost our lovely friend Jeff. Our first fur baby, the sweetest, gentlest tortoiseshell in the world, she was old. I decided to put into practice the idea of a cat print, because when I draw an animal the first thing I naturally draw is a cat. 

The obvious connotations connected with cats and middle aged women came to mind.

And then of course the need to ensure the cat was in control of the situation came next.

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