Sunday, December 7, 2008

The Cat and the Fiddle

Boxes and boxes and boxes, out of the house and into the car and then they were gone, for a whole day. We know where. The cat told us.
They went to a hotel, not far away, where walking cats live, smokey grey and black with emerald eyes. Cats that walk to the beach.



Here the grey cat listened as Andy played the fiddle, while She read a story to people gathered there for the Druidstone Hotel Christmas Bazaar.




It was a cold, blue sky day with a sea to match and gentle waves rolling up the beach. Warm and bright and full of people.



And She sold books and signed them and bought biscuits that taste of sweet fruit and chocolate.
The cat was pleased when everyone left and the hotel settled back to its warm and peaceful haven of life, by the blue blue sea. And the stars shone bright in the ice cold night.



7 comments:

A Few Good Cats said...

Songs and stories and cats all make up a fine day.

Casey said...

I'm moving to Wales when I retire.

Marie said...

What a beautiful grey cat!

Estorbo said...

I woul' lighe to walgh to the beach ebery day, too. The Wooman ees uyeen your Snow Leopard boog por hor niece...

Las' nighd I watch' Reeng ob Brighd Wadhair, feelm abou' Dibeen' Terrier (actuallee otter). Ees Scotlan' bod looghs como your countree. Ees byoodeful.

ChrisJ said...

Sounds like you had a wonderful time and the scenery is so gorgeous!

The last line "and the stars shone bright in the ice cold night" sounds like a line from a poem

Goldie, Shade and Banshee said...

Heavenly.

quiltcat said...

We're glad that the show went so well, and it's lovely that there was a beautiful grey velvety cat there to speed messages along to the ginger darlings.