Bluebell was my daughter Sarah's cat from the summer of 2003 until today. This drawing is not a very good likeness of the cat... such as, for one thing, she had longer ears. And I also couldn't get the scanner to reproduce the colors too well (Bluebell was gray, not blue). I drew this in 2015 to accompany a book Sarah self-published titled Mystic Dreaming: A Book of Poetry. If you're interested, you can find a copy at Amazon.com. I think Sarah is a gifted poet, but then, I am extremely biased. Anyway, this is the poem Sarah wrote about Bluebell way back in 2015:
Bluebell
(For my she-cat)
She is gray as storm clouds,
Striped with darker fur.
Her eyes are sage green.
Her fur is soft and thick.
She walks on silent paws.
Her ears are pricked high.
Her nose is darker gray.
Her purr brings calm and peace.
After a long, contented and, until just a few day ago, a healthy life, Bluebell quietly passed away today. Rest in peace, old friend. You were always quite the charming character.
