Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Serial killer
Caught in the act, Maurice dispatched yet another rat into the afterlife. At night he dreams of giant rats that hunt the cat, by day he hunts, for it is his belief that only his presents of rats enable the muse to flow in the house by the sea.
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.
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