Purring....one of the happiest sounds in any day. My husband is away again and Bailey misses him so much. He keeps looking for him at the garage door. He will be away for a month but Bailey doesn't forget him even after a month.
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.
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Hard to imagine a scene more restful than yours...
Purring....one of the happiest sounds in any day. My husband is away again and Bailey misses him so much. He keeps looking for him at the garage door. He will be away for a month but Bailey doesn't forget him even after a month.
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