Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
We are worried
The birds that flitter through the branches outside Her studio have flown into Her painting. Now She is painting dragons. Where do they come from? Do they also live in the blackthorn bushes outside the house?
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.