Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Elmo mousing
I am hiding in the land of Green ginger, beneath the thorn trees where mice and shrew and stoat, weasel and rat live. Where birds flit and lizard tails flick, enough musing, time for mousing.
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.
4 comments:
You live in such a fun looking face.
Happy Hunting!
Wow, Elmo! I think you are a true hunter cat. I like to hunt lizards, but I think I am just an amateur.
Elmo you are obviously proving to HER that you can hunt as well as that big, 'made' cat, aren't you!
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