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....

Monday, May 21, 2007

As the sun set we looked across the sea and could see mountains in Ireland. The setting sun made our coats glow with a light like fire.

GretelMay 24, 2007 at 7:37 PM
ah, is there any prettier sight then more than one ginger cat?
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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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