ZsaZsa started her life in a back alley somewhere, the offspring of a very young feral cat. Lucky for her, she was trapped, along with her whole family, and tamed. My mother adopted her when she was a pitiful skinny little thing. ZsaZsa outlived my mother, and is now living happily with my sister, who asked me to paint her here.
One response to “ZsaZsa”
Dear Mimi, I’ve been away from blogging for almost a year. How delightful to return and to discover that you are still painting. Your sister must be so pleased with this painting of ZsaZsa. She looks as if she’s thinking deep, deep thoughts–perhaps of mutiny!!! Peace.
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