She used to be beautiful...

Why smoke when you can drink?
Why drink when you can take drugs?
Why take drugs when you can die?
Why die when you can live?

The first poem I read and memoried (is that a word?), someone had written it on the monkey bars at the playground. I was 7-8 when I read it the first time. Thought it fitted with this.

My dad thought she was nude. He didn't realise she was a cat with black fur and a dress on >_<

I'm really happy with her ears, you can see who she's related to, and that was what I was going for.

Ophelia Warner (c)
Drawing (c) Me