Wednesday, September 26, 2007
It is not unusual when you lead a busy and active life for bits to fall off a cat. Above is a picture of Steve, the ginger cat who runs the coloured horse farm. A long time ago he put his tail down somewhere and then couldn't remember where.
We know of a cat with one eye, a cat with no ears, a cat with no fur and a cat with no tail and three legs.
When Elmo was little we told him that there was someone who lived near here who would steal parts of a cat, piece by piece, to make a Frankenstein cat. An ear here, an eye there, a tail, some fur and a leg, or two.
Poor Elmo. He wouldn't go to sleep at night unless he was curled up with a dog or a cat or Hannah. And when he woke the first thing he would do was check all his paws and his tail and ears to make sure they were all there.