Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
The wall by the path that leads to the top of the hill has violets on the side where the sun shines. From the top of the hill you can see the big blue sea whichever way you look. In the evening the sun makes the shadow-cats long.
When first we started there were four of us, all ginger, and Max. Time has passed. The ginger pride are ghost cats, appart from Elmo. Now the house holds Max, oldest, tabby farm cat, dark, usually found sleeping on a cushion, Elmo, last of the Gingers, beautiful handsome and wonderful who still walks to the high hill top. And now there is Baggage and Bundle, silver mischief in sharp clawed kitten form. The adventures continue.