Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Saturday, April 25, 2009
That kind of day
It was a slow days walking in pale sunshine when Elmo and Maurice lay in ambush on the hillside. Birds flew past below them. Elmo whispered secrets to Maurice. Nobody moved much at all. It was just that kind of a day.
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.