The garden is only nice because She pays a hard working man to make it so while She sits in Her studio where we are not allowed to go and pushes that coloured water around and juggles with letters of the alphabet. Lazy woman.
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.
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What an incredible garden!
A sunny afternoon is made for feline contemplations. It's the law........
Oh it's a hard life!
enjoy the sunshine-while it lasts, I have heard snow in scotland tomorrow!
love
Lyn
xxx
Here I am in the so-called Sunshine State and we've had no sunshine for two weeks. Your garden -- with the cats -- sounds and looks blissful!
an excellent way to pass the afternoon.
Oh-oh...where's that other rascal, Elmo?
Even She went to sleep in the garden this afternoon.
Elmo was up to his ears in the pond. He came home with wet legs and a wet head and a sheepish smile. Elmo was hunting moorhens!
This makes me wish I were sitting in the garden with you! Hope you enjoy the day and the sun that God brought your way!
Love that last one of Maurice - reminds me of a certain baggy, saggy cloth cat... loved by Emily!!
Lovely garden too... typical that an illustrator would have a lovely garden, how could it be otherwise?
The garden is only nice because She pays a hard working man to make it so while She sits in Her studio where we are not allowed to go and pushes that coloured water around and juggles with letters of the alphabet. Lazy woman.
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