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.
13 comments:
Ha ha it took me a moment but I finally spotted the watchful cat! Nice flowers :)
Yes, Jackie. Always. (And many are ginger, too.)
Quite delightful and so true!
Where? Oh! there...
Beautiful flowers.
Celia
How sweet....
Took a second, but I found kitty! Beautiful pic.
Took me a few seconds but I spy a
ginger face peeking through the window!
Love
Lyn
xxx
Had to look hard for this one.
Pointy litle ears and the ever ready face.
Photobomb!
Whatever would the world be without an inquisitive cat? (for, of course, cats are never nosey ... just curious).
I sees the kitty! He is quite hidden...
from our ginger visitor, she has turned our screen into spot the cat hair. Not to mention the furry keyboard she has given us.
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