Paws crossed

Whiskers and paws

In this house of ginger Rosie and Kiffer sleep curled together until it becomes difficult to know where cat begins and puppy ends.

In a puppy's eye

I am the puppy. My name is Rosie, and somewhere a ginger cat is always watching me.

Chilling out

Sunshine in the garden and She is too tangled up in dragons to walk so we roll in strange plants in the garden. Hard life. Meanwhile Hannah and her friend Gwen are learning to make films in Fishguard and you can see their film now, here on youtube.
We will have to see if we can persaud Hannah to teach Her to make films, if anyone can peel Her away from Her beloved dragons

Helping Hannah with art homework

Sometimes when I sleep I dream of another place with streets and houses and cars and bad dogs. Living here is good, but all this painting is exhausting.

The Moon tonight....

... is a sliver of silver, thin as a cat's whisker, curved like a cat claw. The nights so short that the stars look through the night's veil for only a few hours. We bathe in the starlight and watch the great bridge of silver starlight span the universe. And I am watching you.