We walked up the hill to where the bluebells make the ground shine with blue haze and the air smell beautiful, but the wind was strong and it started to rain. Kind Robin picked me up to shelter me inside his strange coat which is not of fur, but I wanted to walk, so said thank you but no, I would walk in the rain as I walk in the sun.
There were long horned ginger cows by the old village with great horned heads, and I would like some horns like that so I could be the great-horned-ginger-cat of the hills.
5 comments:
You would look very fierce and beautiful with horns! Isn't there a book called Land of Green Ginger? I have been enjoying your adventures, new to me.
I am so very glad that you don't have horns, dear ginger cat.
I should think no cat sporting horns like that would get the opportunity to turn down shelter inside anyone's jacket!
We have missed those ginger beasts. I think I would have stayed in the coat.
Purrs Shade
a ginger cat with skeebie horns... that would make a great drawing :D
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