My Furry son , My Ambrie

It hurts to call him stray cat now. He came to the right place to occupy the right heart. He is beautiful like a pearl . Always talkative and speaks for himself . Tries to play with me . Almost an adult now but instantly turns into a baby as soon as I lift him up .

Well, I refuse to enter the heaven , unless he is given to me one more time . A heaven can’t be heaven without my lovely cats , also my life would be bland without them . πŸ˜πŸ˜ƒ

My watercolor sketch of my furry son” Ambrie, sleeping . πŸ˜πŸ˜ƒ

Happy New Week my dear kind fellows. God bless you always .πŸ™πŸ™‚πŸ‘

Today I completed this tiny portrait of an Indian veteran actress ” Sadhna ” (1941). She is such a gorgeous human being. I painted her portrait because her hometown is my hometown.

This is an acrylic and color pencils portrait.πŸ’•πŸ˜πŸ™πŸ™‚πŸ‘