This little graphite drawing is of Benjamin. He was a fiesty one…used to climb up the door jambs of the townhouse…just beccause he could. The hang time he got as he leapt over Dexter was like a scene out of The Matrix. I think he fancied himself as a great jungle cat on the hunt. Dexter loved him as a wee kitten but soon learned to watch out for the “mad” moments when Ben’s ears laid back, tails just a whipping and the rip and tear around the house would begin. Many years of good fun and companionship.