This is a sad story so I will keep it brief. Jeffrey was a kitten I was going to adopt. We called him the Griffin, because he would put his ears back and fix you with his golden eyes and look just like a griffin. He died when he was nine months old from the current mystery cat disease, FIP, and I drew this picture for the friend who was keeping him for me, and as a kind of farewell. Now that you're depressed, take a look. Pastel on velour paper.