Where ever I go an arrow points at me, so that people know that I am the gingercat with the very special whiskers.
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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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November
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- This week I have been mostly eating....
- Ancient
- Rosie
- My cat likes to hide in boxes
- Today I will be mostly sitting on a tea plate
- Fleeting
- Sunlight, emerald moss and standing stones
- Going on
- Inspiration
- Why we choose to share our lives with dogs
- My cats, their human?
- Balance
- Night moon, morning moon.
- Conversation overheard in the kitchen on Monday ev...
- Moongazing and the Shadowcat
- Elmo helping
- A taste of the moon and a song of light
- Queen of the wild woods.
- Sssshush.
- Calm, still, quiet night
- A stone in a pond
- Elmo tells why Rosie smells.
- Today
- Follow the arrow
- Elmo
- Artist's model, fiddle player.
- A treat.
- Where the water goes
- A quiet start of day and end of night.
- Exercises in sleeping
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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
4 comments:
I bet you try to out run that arrow whenever you can, Elmo.
We have a new feline here and I think she'll need a warning arrow following her around too. She's a firecracker, that one.
Purrs Goldie
Elmo, you are a special ginger cat with very special whiskers, who could never be bad--just adventurous!
and magnificent whiskers they are, too, Elmo! (Does your hooman collect them? ours goes around picking up cast off whiskers, especially mine which are very long. She says they are to make things with...but she only once made four mice with cat whiskers. She keeps the whiskers in a little basket. I can tell which ones are mine, because they are so long and fine, and which ones are Lesley's, 'cause she's the only one who had black whiskers, but the rest are all one big jumble. Hoomans can be so sentimental....)
your friend,
Louie
Our Man calls them "splendiferous whissikers."
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