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I’ve been playing a bit with colorizing, and decided to try this one: seleneboxer.deviantart.com/art…
It’s a fantastic piece as it stands—old style boxing. Holding and hitting was allowed under the old rules, when gloves weren’t around. I go back to this series a lot; I wonder what it would be like to face one of them bareknuckle.
Looks like someone’s not enjoying it! That right's so nicely poised to keep massaging the redhead's face...OUCH!
Both tough, both hot…fun ones for sure!
Some time ago, I mentioned that I’d done a few of these, and asked his OK to post them. Since then, he’s been unable to spend much time online, so I’ll post this now—I’m sure he’ll have more to say when things change.
Enjoy!Felicia, My Love, My Kitty,
I miss you—gone but a few days, and life isn’t the same. I miss your kitty purrs, you snuggling up to me at night, or by day. You were always there when I came home, racing to see me. You loved riding around on my shoulder—always my right shoulder, never the left.
As a tiny kitten, the stair risers were taller than you, but down you went, one at a time; you wanted to know what was down there. An then, you decided to come up—and did, one step at a time.
When I had surgery, you were there…always purring, helping the pain go away. If I’d walk slowly downstairs, you’d get out of the bed and come with me.
I remember how you would make “casserole,” we’d call it, scooping Friskies onto the wet cat food and the floor when you didn’t care for it.
When Dad died, your purring helped manage the pain…you were there, snuggled up with Mom or I when we needed it.
I remember when you would wander away for a few days; the relief when you came back—the time I got a message at work, “The cat came back.”
Not a moment went by at home without your loving presence. Now life seems empty without you; my heart feels like it will never be whole again.
The holidays will never be the same—wrapping presents, you made interesting. The photo I have over my desk is of you on the bed, “helping” to wrap gifts. And the tree—how you loved it, sitting under it—unlike most cats, not climbing it—you just loved the lights, the shiny things, and knew how pretty you were sitting under it.
You are not here; you wait at the rainbow bridge. Other pets wait for others, but you are there for me. All the ones we loved...but Felicia’s the one that chose to bond with me-I was so fortunate to have you with me all these years.
No more pain, little one. No more looking up with regret, or asking me to lift you up—you can jump easily again. Your old age—so gentle a kitty, slow in your old age, but content. The worst pains of age steered clear of you.
I remember your last night, curled up with you…you purred when I pet you, but I knew the time had come—you were ready, though I was not. Run free, Felicia. Goddess look after you, I can’t now, but I’ll see you at the rainbow bridge.
You had a good long and happy life , brought joy to my heart always, and were a light in the darkness when things were blackest.
You will always be in my heart. I love you Felicia.
When I clean up the tale a bit more, and the time comes, there will be an illustrated story—and, of course, whoever loses the fight will want a rematch…
So, here’s a teaser for the upcoming fight. There will be a lot o bruises; neither of us are easy to stop.
(A few other pics of Donna here:
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The second link also has some info on hr—size, fighting style, and more