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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Thursday, December 2, 2010

Helping paws

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Down at the mill, and even though the raffle is over signed books are still selling well, both at the mill itself and online , so we sent ...
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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Cats sell books!

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Down at the mill the book launch went well. The cats were very good at persauding people to buy books and kept an eye on the raffle to mak...
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Fireside chat

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Max: Warm. Good. She should be sitting here. Maurice: She's busy. I think She has been surprised by the amount of books She has shifte...
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Sunday, November 7, 2010

Eavesdropping. Elmo tells Max a secret or two.

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Ssshh..... come close. I will tell you some secrets in whispered cat words.  She has been painting cheetahs and cherries again when She s...
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Friday, August 14, 2009

Wool and dragons and cats

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At Middlemill there is a mill, with a stream running past and a big water wheel. Sometimes otters swim by. Inside the mill it smells of wool...
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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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