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.
7 comments:
Those are really beautiful photos!
I can't believe how well you guys blend in. can hardly see you :)
They are very lucky cats aren't they - all that space and freedom -and even a whole blog dedicated to them! xxx
What stunning photos and such a lovely place to walk, ginger cats and all.
You mean, those aren't ginger flowers in the grass? Huh!
(My ginger flower is in her bed, waiting for the sun to come out.
It could be a long wait.)
Oh yes, Ginger Cat Tails, one of my favorite landscape plants *lol*...what great pics of beautiful cats in spectacular scenery.
What a wonderful place! We can almost feel the wind ...
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