Nothing like sitting out in the sun on a warm spring morning. Everything seems new: the birds chirping, the wind blowing, and the feel of rough concrete on toes.
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.
8 comments:
A sweet sight!
Holding paws, now that is just the cutest moment that you caught.
Finestkind.
I do love the first snakes of spring!
What a very special moment!!
Nothing like sitting out in the sun on a warm spring morning. Everything seems new: the birds chirping, the wind blowing, and the feel of rough concrete on toes.
so lucky - you to have the pups & the pups to have you
That is very sweet!
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