A portrait of Odin

Not so long ago, I had promised that next time I would blog about cats, it would be about Odin. Well, here it is. This drawing is on my fridge, among the many pieces of memorabilia and icons featured there, usually from my godson or his sister. This drawing was done by my godson, during my last time home. He wanted to draw something that would make me happy and to cheer me up because he knew Odin had died. So he drew this, from the pictures I had shown him of Odin. My godson has an eye for details: you can see the bush where Odin spent his time and of course, talking of eyes, the left white eye. At first, his sister and him were disgusted by Odin's eye, now they find it cute. Anyway, because I am proud of my godson's heart of gold and his talent as an artist, I have published his drawing on Vraie Fiction.