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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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February
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- Lessons from cats who are good at climbing trees
- The heart and the soul of the house
- Shapes like children in the tree
- Up a tree
- Chasing jackdaws.
- The pride of my heart.
- Invasion of the dog bed.
- Walking at the speed of cat.
- Thursday.
- Grey day, bright ginger
- Light through a window shining bright.
- Pixie, caught in the act
- Clear water on a forget-me-not blue day
- The prodigal pied cat
- Walking with cats
- Houses and homes
- Silver memories
- Then
- A Special Award
- The Company of Tigers
- Ginger celebration
- Thank you
- Pixie posting on cat blog ealier today
- No light shining into the darkness yet and the hou...
- Rosie's menu for last week next instalment
- Snow Song
- The Ice Moon
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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
16 comments:
Thad cad has my carmpleemends.
don't get stuck!
I'd suggest the Bart Simpson defence, but photographic evidence just makes Pixie guilty. Ahem, society is to blame, I was caught up in a bad crowd... It wasn't me, it was another ginger who looks very like me, but isn't me even tho'... you get the idea!
Oh Pikie. He was OK getting out wasn't he? I am so lame I worry myself to death about daft things like that.
Many many moons ago I had a budgie that did that...okay till it was a tall glass...many a times we had to pour him out to stop him from drowning. Just got a stinky dog who does all sorts of strange things now.
It must be the Ginger Gene as I do that (if they're not looking!)
Hahaha. We hope you got your face out OK, Pixie.
Pixie did manage to remove her head, and put it back in again a few times, much to Her delight. Now She is looking for other things to put cat biscuits in to see if cats will put heads in! Cruel She is in truth!
My white w/ gray spots kittie will stick his head into my hot chocolate mug if I don't drink it fast enough.
My gray tabbie uses her paws to drink from the mug.
Hi you sweet ginger cats.
My name is Veronica ans i live in west of France, i follow your stories for some times.
I would like to ask you the permission to put a photo of you on my blog.
Each week, i have to speak about a colour and add a photo too.
This week is ORANGE, and as you are always in my mind and in my heart, i said to myself, why don't talking about them ?
Are you OK little friends ? I would'nt do anything before you say it to me.
And be sure i put a link to your own blog.
But... i have to write about my colour tomorrow ! Please...
I love you,
Veronica
Please, yes, we would love to represent the wonderful colour of orange, and thank you so much for thinking of us.
Gingers
Thank you so so much sweet Maurice, Elmo and Pixie.
Lots of kisses from me.
I'll put a link from your blog to mine.
Veronica
As a child I was told that a cat wouldn't put its head into any opening that wouldn't easily fit the width of the whiskers. I guess it depends whether there is a "treat" involved. Cats here have been naughty today. Maybe if they took long walks they would be less inspired to mischief.
Must have been something really delicious down in the bottom of that glass! My cats don't like to get their whiskers folded back like that.
Hi darlings, you are on my blog!!!
It was really difficult to choose only one photo.
I said on the blog where you live and how your lifes are hard...
Thanks so much, i love you.
Veronica
We do that too! And once Alfie did get his head stuck! Mom had to ease him out.
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