In the bright light of early morning Nadolig sat on the doorstep waiting for Glyn to wake and open the door. Last night the storm was fierce. Nadolig sheltered in a shed in a straw bed. We took him a plate of food, a bowl of water and told him to wait, be patient, Glyn would come back. And She took photos to take into the hospital for Glyn, of the cat, of the house.
Nadolig is a wild cat, a strong cat, a roamer. In summer he wanders the hill, Casanova of cats. He will visit, now and again, sit in the garden, pass the time of day. In winter he returns and measures out the days until spring, warm by the fire in the old house that whispers stories of cats long gone, by the fire, or curled on Glyn's lap, keeping him company, keeping him warm.
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I like the look on Nadolig's face! MY dinner! That last picture with Kiffer and Pixie is a lovely one too, reminds me of the cover of Vashti Bunyan's album Just another Diamond Day.
i am sure glyn will enjoy pictures of nadolig ^..^
keep warm little ones.
I think of the half-wild cats in places we have lived; those who hovered at the back door for a winter or even two, accepting a dish of kibble and scraps, but wary of human touch. They slid away into summer and usually we didn't see them again until the cold season--or not at all.
Yours looks like a nice place, but very strange. What a beautiful light!
Cliff & Olivia
We used to know a wild but very sociable cat: we nicknamed him Oscar, because he was really a big softy and not wild(e) at all. He loved to call by and flirt with our two (much older) lady cats, but never came too close to the humans. However, one day I FINALLY enticed him to sit on my knee whereupon he promptly rolled over, half falling off my lap in the process (he was a big chap), and encouraged me to stroke his tum! Lovely chap, and Shelley and Humbug just loved the opportunity to pretend to ignore his attentions!
Did I tell you my eldest son's name is Glyn? The youngest is Owen.
exostsWe have tried to keep some of our Welsh heritage.
So glad you are taking care of Glyn's pets. Hope he will be home soon -- and he has the spring to look forward to.
So nice to know that both Mt Griffiths and Nadolig are being cared for with tender love and affection.
I hope you said thank you to Her, gingers.
We just love your blog and the way you write. We hope Gln enjoys the pics of the things that are dear to him.
Nadolig is a very handsome tuxedo...looks like one of my Louie's relatives. I'm very glad you took him some food and water and reassuring words that Mr Griffiths would be back. Thank you for sharing the story of him and his house...he sounds like a wanderer too, at home at last in Wales in the house he grew up in. I hope he will feel better and able to come home soon...i'm sure he'll be cheered by a visit from you with pictures of his cat and house.
Lovely posts about Glyn, his cats and his house. Glad they are all being looked after.
I love all these Welsh names. The PM used to ask her Grammie how to pronounce them but she passed away this summer. I am sure there must be something on the net that helps with pronounciation.
Anyway, enough babbling.
I wish I had experienced all the adventures Nadolig has. I bet his favorite though is Glyn's lap by the fire.
Purrs Goldie
So glad you are taking good care of Nadolig and Mr Glyn..I imagine We three Gingers are very grateful!!
Fantastic photographs and adore the last one, such a poignant picture!
Jane xxx
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