Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Saturday, April 7, 2007
High hills and sunshine
High on the rocks where we once saw the biggest fox, Bella and me looked over the sea, and later on the way back Maurice walked the lichen covered wall and looked beautiful. And all the while Elmo stayed a home and slept. Lazy cat. The sun was warm and the sky was blue.
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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Any chocolate egg hunt for the 3 ginger bright cats ? My ginger chat loves chocolate, don't you?
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