A miller had three sons,
And, on his dying day,
He willed that all he owned should be
Shared by them in this way:
The mill to this, and the donkey to that,
And to the youngest only the cat.
This last, poor fellow, of course
Thought it a bitter fate;
With a cat to feed, he should die, indeed,
Of hunger, sooner or late.
And he stormed, with many a bitter word,
Which Puss, who lay in the cupboard, heard.
She stretched, and began to purr,
Then came to her master’s knee,
And, looking slyly up, began:
“Pray be content with me!
Get me a pair of boots ere night,
And a bag, and it will be all right!”
~Excerpt from the Classic poem “Puss N Boots”
Composed in Photoshop with selective saturation, Redfield Fractalius filters, topaz filters, grain, textures, and vingnette
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Textures are original.
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