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:
I am so glad that you are maybe, possibly feeling at home now!
Oh yea, I knows that feeling well. But you know, it only takes a few more days and you'll fit in. You looks very comfy there!
yes, you certainly LOOK as though you are fitting in. That's good.
Darling light Ginger, you look so comfortable!
That's a happy cat.
Yeah! That's comfort!
Comfy and relaxed, lovely.
Our gingers would send regards were they not fast asleep too .....
Oh yes, I think so. There is NOTHING so relaxed as a cat sleeping. I melt when I see one!
Smile.
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