Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Saturday, October 27, 2012
A Christmas Present for a Cat's Slave.
She, the woman who paints, is now suggesting that I ask all the cats I know to review our book on Amazon. Not a bad I idea I reckon as we cats write better than them humans. So, if you want to win the picture above simply go to Amazon and put a review on I am Cat. We will chose a winner somehow in early December. I have told Her that this is not a good idea. We cats get tired easily and even now, I, Elmo, am in need of a nap, having been asleep on the bed in Her studio all night and having had breakfast and sat looking at THAT DOG ( there seems to be another one in the house!) So, if you can manage to raise a claw or a paw, give I am Cat a thumbs up, though what a cat would do with a painting I know not. Would be great to have a few reviews from cats. And if you win the picture you could maybe give it to the house slave for Christmas?
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.