Beauty: and the cat book.

Out in the garden the sun was shining. She was photographing pictures to put in her gallery, but we were just making ourselves as beautiful as only a cat can be until she couldn't resist and had to concentrate on trying to capture the 'look'.

And she did take photos of the paintings too and she has put them into her gallery. And the book comes out in August but you can order signed copies from Solva Woollen Mill. And there will be a book launch on 8th August and you are all invited and you can find out more from the mill cats in Middlemill. They will be there.  And we hope that having posed so well and worked so hard that She will at least give us extra cat food and let us sleep in the sunlight pool of warm in the studio.

A Walk in the Morning

Early morning misty walking. The sun already warm, the dew thick on the ground and the air noisy with birds. We walk from soft light to sunshine, through grass and foxgloves and lichens. On top of the hill a pair of chough fly over and horses crop the dewy grass.

On the way home the dogs play 'wild things' in the field.

She has a new book coming out and a booklaunch at Solva Woollen Mill on 8th August. She says 'all are welcome, bring a cat.' You can order signed copies of it here, and other ones too, and the Mill cats will make sure She doodles in it.

Somewhere, a dormouse.

Somewhere a dormouse is hiding. There are new paintings in The House of Golden Dreams. There are dormice in the kitchen and birds in the garden.

Camera Man

Yesterday it was summer. In the garden, birdsong. She took the dogs and these people to see the City of Badgers. It is a while since I have walked and though it was in the heat of the day I thought it would be good. On the high hill top there are skylarks, and the bluebells set off red fur beautifully. 

The man had a camera and took beautiful photographs. He stalks photographs like a cat stalks a mouse. He walks and waits and watches as the light changes over landscape. Night and day and in all weathers, hunting for the right place in the right light. 

Even the snaps he took of my perfect beauty are so fine, but She has spent ages looking through his website at the horses and the stones and the borderlines. 

Chris Tancock. Maybe he will come back and walk again with us.

Easter, a give away: ink on board.

Easter. Hares. Once upon a time hares were called 'woodcats'. As a thank you to all those who have followed on facebook and read Her blogs both here and on Wordpress, she is giving away a drawing of an Easter hare. 

To win you have to go to the gallery, The House of Golden Dreams and 'like' the page, then 'share' the hare image on your page.

If you don't do facebook you can still win a copy of 'I am Cat' by linking to this post and leaving a comment below. The book will be signed by Her, with an elaborate ink cat, and more importantly by me, Elmo.

For now I am resting, It is not easy being such an inspiration. I am doing a stripes and spots combo on a Melin Tregwynt blanket. 

A Cat Called Bob

Walking through London today we met a ginger cat of extraordinary fame, called Bob. City cat, Bob, works with his friend and they have written a book.
This morning they were both on television.

Ink cats

Jumping and Tree Climbing: Lessons for Beginners

Things I have been doing:
Walking.
Sleeping.
Curling up.
Dreaming.
Catching stuff.
Climbing trees.
But mostly, all, sleeping.
And jumping.

Tuesday

Today I will be mostly helping Her out with Her colouring in. To see how well She manages have a look at Her blog.

Personally I think She needs to tidy up a bit before She starts work!

 

A Space Between.

We have been walking, but She has been busy, with a new blog and an exhibition and thoughts and tiredness. We have been walking, but not often, and Maurice is much missed, and Kiffer and Martha. 

We have walked on odd days and beautiful nights when the moon has stolen the colour from the world and made mosaic shadows from bone branches of trees, dark dappled on the garden.

On mild days we have watched over Glyn's house as the jackdaws stake a claim and the mice move in and the rain washes over it all. Glyn is warm, in a home, happy We hope. 

On cold days we have curled tight by the fire and dreamed our dreams.

And now the exhibition is finished and Her studio is in chaos and She is tired tired and walking slowly and sleeping as only a cat can. Reading and sleeping and pretending to tidy and preparing to work again.

Walking after the rain

Today, up the hill, after the rain, slow walking for the first time in months. 

 

Je Suis Le Chat

Where's Elmo?

I have wandered, with Pixie and Max, over to Her Blog, here.

Big Cats

Some time ago She made a book about Snow Leopards. Snow Leopards are big cats that live wild and free. Watch this film, learn more, and then get your people to vote for The Snow Leopard Trust





And here is Her reading of Her book, The Snow Leopard. If you buy it through The Snow Leopard Trust they get more money to help look after the big cats.

 

A little help with book signing

She went to Solva Woollen Mill to sign some books and we sent word to the hard working mill cats. The message was to Heddle and the message was, 'do give the Poor Dear a little helping paw'. At first Heddle just watched, from a box, curled. Eventualy she decided to take things in paw.

A visit from the Silver Witch

Sometimes people come to stay in our house. This week it was Hannah Willow. She makes beautiful shining things. 

Sometimes hares, sometimes bears, always silver and always they hold a magic. And so does she. And, if we may say, she has perfect hair! She is also, it would seem, a slave to many cats and one of The Sisterhood of Ruralists, along with Tamsin Abbott, Catherine Hyde and Her. And what do they all have in common, apart from their habit of scribbling, in glass, on paper, with paint and with silver? They all are owned by feline creatures!