Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Monday, May 14, 2007
After the rain.
Pixie: The sun was hot again and the grass deep green and long after the rain. Years ago cats lived in this house and still when the wind blows soft we can hear them calling, calling and see their shadows on the tumbling stone walls.
What gorgeous kitties and the countryside is just yummy. I miss the UK. Not the rain that makes all that lovely green, but libraries, pavements and other luxuries.
Scoop and Au agree that ginger (or ginger and white) coats are best!
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.
3 comments:
I love your photos, they are so beautiful. I think I saw the ghost of one of the long-ago cats!
What gorgeous kitties and the countryside is just yummy. I miss the UK. Not the rain that makes all that lovely green, but libraries, pavements and other luxuries.
Scoop and Au agree that ginger (or ginger and white) coats are best!
Everything is so pretty where you are. I think that the kitties in the grass is very cute.
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