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.
2 comments:
I am very impressed by cats who can climb trees. That seems like a very fun and important skill.
My stroller will not go up a tree.
I have not been up a tree in a very long time. I am out of practice now though. You three have such glamorous lives.
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