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....

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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Fifty Shades of Ginger.

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"She stroked his ginger fur beneath trembling fingers. Smooth as silk with claws like knives, she trembled at the thought of them sl...
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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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