Cat Martha Print

One day, while walking in the park, I heard a little kitten meow. He turned out to be very small and alone without a mother cat. I stretched out my hand to him and he was not frightened at all, but began to caress. I decided to take it home. This cat turned out to be a girl and I named her Martha, as the vet told me that she might have been born in March. She still lives with me and I have never regretted that I sheltered her. When she was about two years old and she became calmer, I decided to paint her portrait with oil paints. She seemed to understand that she was required to sit quietly and pose. This painting is now decorating my living room with stone and I hope that you will like my painting too and would like to make a poster for yourself or for a gift.