Of Cats Past, Part Four
The nicest cat I ever lived with (apart maybe from Siamese Boris) was Bloem, a feisty, sociable, intelligent small black female who had all but literally clawed her way out of the garbage cans of Amsterdam as a kitten to set up home with me, in 1999.
In 2004 I drew her into a comic adventure for my (then) stepdaughter Ellen, on her ninth birthday. I called it The Riddle of Nine and later translated it into English, giving Bloem (which means “flower” in Dutch) the name Daisy.
You can read the full story when you click here – it is a mix of elements from a number of children’s books, movies and comics I love, all drawn together in a tale of nine riddles and set in Neil Gaiman’s world of Sandman, the Dreaming (post-Morpheus, for those who care, it’s a story featuring the Daniel-Dream). I was delighted when Neil Gaiman himself read the comic online and commented on it in his blog: “As far as Sandman fanfiction tributes that are also excellent kids’ comics go, this is the bees knees.”
But I was even more delighted that Ellen loved it, and has read and re-read it many times since.
Now, eight years later, it has also become a story of remembrance of Bloem, who sadly died in 2007, only eight years old.