He is on the prowl. He hears mice beneath the foliage; but his interest is on Midnight, the pretty kitty in the village across, on the other side of Wildflower Valley. He is a good looking dude; all the cat girls say that. Well, except Midnight the black furred princess. She laughs and says he looks funny with those big ears, blue tinted eyes, and the almost black tail. Those attributes, he is so proud of. Funny! As if that were not signs of his royalty. He is a mix breed yes, but he is a also a prince. His father is from Siam; those humans call him a Blue Point. His mother is a native princess, a Magay. One of those rare, small wild cats from the Central American jungle.
This story is a work of fiction. Places are product of the authors imagination. Nevertheless, the resemblance with actually living cats is not coincidental.

Wildflower Valley is digitally painted on blank canvas, using oil brushes, non-metallic colors and the palette knife. The detail less appearance of the flowers and grass is purpose. I attempted a semi impressionist view of the valley.