Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
There is nothing like the low slant of evening sunlight for making a ginger cat look like a star that has fallen to earth, for making the eye of a ginger cat shine like amber, for making a ginger cat look just beautiful.
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.