Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
The Moon tonight....
... is a sliver of silver, thin as a cat's whisker, curved like a cat claw. The nights so short that the stars look through the night's veil for only a few hours. We bathe in the starlight and watch the great bridge of silver starlight span the universe. And I am watching you.
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.
5 comments:
What a wonderful photograph!
I feel much safer knowing I have a ginger watching over me!
Beautiful cat eyes hold the mysteries of the universe. Lovely picture, lovely ginger!
Whoooooooooo, you scary cat!
Ginger rules!!!
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