My head is so heavy that I have to rest it on Her shoulder.
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Signed copies of Her books are available from Solva Woollen Mill
We are gallery cats! A gallery of Her work, for sale, paintings, drawings and prints
Some written and all illustrated by Her
Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
The Three
- The Ginger Darlings
- St Davids, Pembrokeshire, Wales
- 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.
Signed books
Signed copies of Her books are available from Solva Woollen Mill
The House of Golden Dreams
We are gallery cats! A gallery of Her work, for sale, paintings, drawings and prints
Books
Some written and all illustrated by Her
You don't have to be ginger to be part of our pride
Moon
CURRENT MOON
Her stuff
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- A watersong for a lullaby
- Storm
- Birds and cat curls and a film
- Emerald morning
- Outside, inside.
- Fingernail moon in a dark dark sky
- Pixie, the smallest cat
- Night lights
- Pixiecat whispers secrets to Bella
- Oh, the cuteness of me!
- Puppy eyes
- Reading and walking
- Pixie and Radio 4
- Home from the vets
- Early
- Cat flu update
- Tired girl, tired puppy
- To celebrate the return of Hannah from Spain....
- The Dogs' Big Beach Adventure
- The House of Sneezing Cats
- The Universal Declaration of the Rights of the Cat
- One misty moisty morning.
- Heavy head
- Sunday night
- A quiet day of peaceful thought
- Cat flu and sunshine and a military band
- This is a secret
- Here be dragons
- Still the night.
- Summer, autumn, winter
- While the sun shines
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The book we have to sit on when She is trying to read is....
One of Her publishers
Prowling
- James Mayhew's Blog
- Beautiful photos by David Wilson
- Elizabeth in New York
- wonderful greetings cards by naughty mice
- Eclectic blog by writers
- Max's blog of his very own, about Singing to the Sun, the adventures of a book.
- The wisdom and whit of a book mutt, trapped behind the counter amidst a wealth of words
- Preseli dreaming, another part of Pembrokeshire
- Hickory Dickory, follow the mouse to the place where clock music lives
- Rima Silverwords, The Hermitage, a haven of medieval beauty and myth, magic and wonder.
- Feline Advisory Bureau
- The House in Marrakesh
- Indigo Blue, illustrations
- Moon Pots, stunning.
- Beautiful photographs of wonderful sharp-claw birds
- The most amazing Mr Joel Stewart
- Across the sea in Ireland, a garden grows
- Moon watching pagan woman
- Japanese ginger cats
- Beautiful pots
- MICE!
- Chickens and prints and peas and a ginger cat
- Cats in boots on boats and more
- Splat the Cat, what a hero
- Many many cats
- Beautiful pictures from a man who knows how to make a cat
- Ginger girlcat from Nashville
- Daisy of the beautiful ears and curling coat
- Ernest, the pied beauty's, cat blog
- Beer for the drinking cats
- Across the pond, a cat sits dreaming by a window.
- Urban cat's scratching post.
- Books by Squeek with the help of Louise Arnold
- Proud Members of the Gorgeous Gingers
- Road Cat, a story of one of The Brethren
- Cat music
- Rainy day things
- Somewhere else we walk
- A book we help to paint
8 comments:
precious photo ^..^
What a thing is cat love... and how good of you to have comfortable shoulders!
Oh my goodness, that photo just took my breath away! If only my cat would do that!! But he's Siamese and a bit stand-offish. I have to feel honored when he jumps up on my knee and insists on lying back towards me, face front. I tell everyone he does that because I am his property and he has to guard me from what ever may be coming.
Is that Her with a capital H???????
Indeed it is Her, the food Goddess. We always think She looks better in black and white or sepia. She seats too much and paints too much. But Maurice does like to cuddle Her. He gets in close and puts his paws around Her neck and rubs his face on Her chin. Then at the moment he sneezes, and She pulls a face. And he jumps from the ground into her arms, sometimes forgetting to let Her know that he is coming!
He does not do this with anyone else. Years ago She would have been persecuted for witchcraft because they are so close.
Anyway, his head is so very full of snot and germs it is too heavy for him to hold up on his own!
Maurice's head is very full of cat wisdom, hence the mighty weight. It could be this expanding wisdom that is pushing out the sneezes.
Hope Max is still improving.
It's good to finally meet Her.
What a lovely picture! And don't you just love the way their fur smells, something like washing hung on the line in the sun, and in the winter, a wee bit of smoke smell from the fire. I bury my nose in the fur of the cats who like to be held like this (and then i am the one who sneezes because i end up with cat fur up my nose!). Continued wishes for complete and quick recoveries for Max and Maurice...and Pixie, too!
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