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 . 😍😃

My watercolor sketch of my furry son” Ambrie, sleeping . 😍😃