This morning She counted us up, one to six, and said our name, like a chant, like a poem, just to be sure that we were all there, before She fed us. We twined and circled, waiting for breakfast on our golden plates, while she stood in pyjamas.
"Small Pixie, Naughty Elmo, Deep Dark and Mysterious Max, Pale Kiffer, Old Martha and my Wonderful Bright Orange, Burning Like The Sun, Maurice."
Her counting is getting better.
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- 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.
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- Lets play squash the cat!
- Twolegs and fourlegs
- Boxing day, golden walking.
- Animal Christmas
- Snipe and shooting stars.
- Peace
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- Happy Solstice
- The strangest thing
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- What I have been eating this week.....
- Night games
- Absence makes the house grow colder.
- Bright moon and the windsong night
- On the menu this week for Rosie
- Mantra
- Oh brother, where art thou?
- A walk in the evening on a cold Wednesday
- Time
- Clouds like lions rage across the night sky.
- Woodcats, hares and the moon
- The Cat and the Fiddle
- Tonight the lamps of heaven are hidden, mostly
- A study in sleeping
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- 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
10 comments:
Ah yes... Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb!
Naughty Elmo? Surely shome mishtake!
I'd like to know how old are the gingers?
and how old is kiffer, martha and max?
Cheeky cats! I am very good at counting and this is why I had children. With them, I can count up to 60! (Fingers and toes, including mine!)
As for ages of cats, now let me think. Martha is 13. She came as a kitten when Hannah was one. Max is nearly 9. He came from a farm near Roch in Pembrokeshire. Pixie and Maurice are littermates and are 3 or maybe 4 and Elmo is their younger brother by a year. They all came from St Elvis Farm near Solva. And Kiffer, well, he is special. I thought he was old. He looks old, strong and solid, but it seems he is but a year or two old. When he was young he had an ear infection. His movements remind me of a cat version of Captain Jack Sparrow, so maybe he was marooned on a dessert island.
And I, well, I am 47.
Thank you for counting!
Your cats are very young. Even Max is just 9! Schluck.
My cat is almost 13, so he is a old one. He got a bit white around his nose, but he still has all teeth (and they are in best condition) and he is running and jumping like a young one.
And here he is :-)
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And I am 44.
Dear Gingers,
You go gallantly on your catly journeys, unmindful of the dangers we humans fear for you: speeding cars which might flatten you, feathered things that swoop from the sky with out-stret--ched talons--anything that would take you from us. So we count and call and hover until you are with us indoors--where, from affection, we allow you to scratch furniture, hawk up hairballs, overturn plants, and snuggle, purring, with us at night.
Oh, that is so lovely - I say the names of ours too, even though there are only 3 of them! And I sing to them, and kiss Bacons furry little paws.....
The best kind of madness!
Ah, the naming of cats! the counting of cats! and so glad that they were all there, milling around, wanting their breakfast.
Thankyou, Jackie, for the counting.
Rusty would like you to know that he is, we think, nearly 18, but still sharp of fang and strong of jaw.He would also like people to know that he managed to skittle out on Wednesday night. All night.But at 5 am he was at the door, ready for some breakfast,please!
I feel I need to tell you day after day how much I love this blog. And I still want you to adopt me. :)
Why do I get the impression that Maurice wrote this entry?
(And Cuca the street kitty is 4, Cai the Cardi is 2, Fergus the other Cardi is 9 months, and I am 47. )
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