We Three, Ginger cats tales

Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Late in the evening and we are waiting to go walking. She has done nothing but read all day.

Ms J.April 15, 2007 at 10:16 PM
You would too if you could. After all, she's reading magic Robin Hobb!
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The Ginger Darlings: St Davids, Pembrokeshire, Wales; 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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