Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Ginger blue
In the morning the sky was filled with cloud and there was a chill like autumn. We made for the sofa of sleeping cats and curled on the blue and waited.
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:
"...sofa of sleeping cats..."
Your way with words is phenomenal.
And you eye for framing a composition is exact, naturally.
Blue and orange, a striking combination. I am enjoying your blog.
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