Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Finding a place.
Steady rain. Beating the bounds of the night time village, three dogs and Elmo. Returning to the house, fur sparkles with diamonds of water. He looks for a place to sleep. There's Pixie's cushion, empty.
There is always so much sadness when one looses a trusty friend who knows you so well and has been there when needed to calm stress with a nuzzle and a purrrrr.Your new feline friend is absolutely stunning. xx
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.
2 comments:
There is always so much sadness when one looses a trusty friend who knows you so well and has been there when needed to calm stress with a nuzzle and a purrrrr.Your new feline friend is absolutely stunning. xx
I am so sorry to read about Pixie. I wish peace for you and your family. Give Elmo an extra hug for me, if he is a hugger.
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