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.
9 comments:
This picture is a winning photo. I would have liked to see how he got down. Of course, I know the answer to that, he's a cat.
I love the paintings, the scenery. It's like a breath of fresh air coming to your site.
Marvelous! I hope you found the other leg too!
heheheh
Oh Elmo.... I hope She used colour-coordinatd thread....
Oops! Sometimes we just get ourselves into such a pickle!
Gee Elmo that is really too bad about losing your head. We are glad that it was sewed back on.
Priceless!!! lol!
Elmo is such a silly!
Yes, that's what happens when you play around barbed wire! Ha, ha!
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