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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There's nothing in the world, the whole world, as perfect as a puppy.
You're doing a great job, Rosie!
Lovely picture of Rosie. She looks very earnest in growing her ears.
Ahhh... I tawt I taw a puddy tat a cweepin' up a me! Rosie's Tweety pie impression is very cute.
I love Martha's expression too.
What an absolutely delightful blog! This is just wonderful :)
Did Rosie make that climb herself.?Very impressive.We have the same round bails in our fields here in canada.Very good mousing after bailing time.
Rosie's back legs are even longer then I thought. Must be all that rolling of giant straw bales *!*
Lovely pics of you.
Fall is around the corner.
purrs Goldie and Shade
Super Duper EXTRA magnificently CUTE!!!!!!!!! My little boy will be soooooooooo jealous :-)
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