Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Saturday, March 7, 2009
On the wall of an Egyptian tomb of sculptor, Nebamun, a ginger cat catches birds as it hunts with its human. Still bright in its ginger glory the cat has waited through centuries, frozen with its birds in time.
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.