Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Finally She put down the book and went to the room where She will not let us go. After a while of sleeping in sunshine and finding warm places and watching birds fly we walked over the hill. The wind sang in the bushes but today it did not push our ears flat so we could hear its song.
In the newspaper we sat on it said that we live on a deserted hilltop. We think they mean here. Once people did live here. Now it is the realm of the twilight ghost cat.