In the woods at Abermawr a cat walks.
Now the leaves are flushing green with the new life of spring, but some still hold an echo of autumn colour that mirrors the dappled cat's coat.
On stealthy paws she walks the woodland paths, through the wood anenomes, the bluebells, the celandine, campion and stitchwort, down to the pebble beach where the sea breath in and out, turning and tumbling the pebbles to smoothness. Sea song and birdsong fill her days. She is the cat of the woods.
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Oh, lovely little cat-of-the-woods; is she someone's? Or just a little wood-nymph-cat?
such a lovely calico! do the gingers get alone with her?
beautiful kit...
Beautiful cat and flowers!
Being that I am an 'Atwood', my dad jokingly called us the 'Catwood's because of our cats and love of them, so I feel a connection with that beautiful calico in the woods ;)heehee...thank you for your wonderful posts and pics, I always return for more!
What a beautiful cat? Is she thinking of coming to live with you as well?!
Love those bluebells too, gorgeous colour.
somehow I just expect to see elves and wood sprites, too...lovely photos!
The calico cat reminds me of my old friend Dixie, my feline companion for 19 years, gone for many years now.
And the bluebells make me homesick for North Devon.
Because I love your blog so much, I have passed on the "Life is Grand" award to you:)
I trust someone loves and feeds the calico cat of the woods.
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