Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Friday, April 13, 2007
Resting.
In the newspaper, on the radio. Media stardom is exhausting. So, Maurice hid in a box while Elmo rested, holding paws with Max, long time star of illustrated books.
Later in the cool of evening we walked while the sky turned purple.
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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