Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Monday, March 5, 2007
Rain and the weekend
Over the weekend it rained. Not cats and dogs, but ropes of rain fell from the sky and lashed the ground, like a cat-of-nine-tails. So we stayed in, by the fire, in the warm wonderfulness and slept and dreamed of fast mice. She drew pictures.
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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