Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Hiding from the builders
All day long while the builders bash away at the house we hide in Hannah's room. Hope She doesn't notice the paw prints on the sheets. When it goes quiet we peel out of our hiding places one by one by one. Then we prowl around to see what they have done. Builders sing. Noisy people they are.
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.