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.
4 comments:
Ooooooooooh, that's furry good! I have tried flying too, but the windo screen got in my way.
Thanks for letting me come live wif you so I can go walking too. I'll be there as soon as I can figure out how.
Yore American Ginger Friend, Buddy
WOWIE! I like to jump, but I don't know how to get that high! That is very impressive.
I think I need to practice! That is such a great photograph. The Feeders are very impressed!
WOW! WOW! WOW! How did you managed to capture such a wonderful photo! You must have a very hi-tech camera!
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