The runt of a found litter of three, Butch was taken to the vet as a small kitten. He had absesses under his tongue and it was advised that we put him down. Instead, we took him home. In truth Butch did pass on but it was ninteen years later. Years before digital photography was the norm, he sat still long enough for me to make a quick sketch which became this pattern.
The cat is life size and sits on a brass square coated with sufficient solder to give it weight.