We Three, Ginger cats tales

In the dark time of a winter night we are gathered together to make a spell, a dream, for a caged cat far away. This cannot be done by one c...

Up the hill in the quiet and the pearly light of the day after Christmas. Billy came for a walk and Claire and Daf. And Claire carried me an...

The bright cold has turned to mild and wet and where days ago the landscape was painted with frost now water drops hang in the blackthorn bu...

Cold. Night time walking and the moon is so bright the shadows fall like dappled mosaic through the black bone branches of winter trees. Hal...

In the early morning light Mr Griffiths next door was arleady up and about, a light shining from his window. We worry. Is he cold? The wind ...

On the high hill the ginger cows munch coarse grass and golden flowers. We find their wool hanging like ginger washing on the fences where t...

Sunshine and gray sky. Walking with Pitta and Ffion. Black dog shines in the sunlight. The dogs picked up exciting messages and then on the ...

On this night the sky is brim-full of stars. Too pale a light to make a star-shadow but in the dark they seem to shine a light of claw-prick...

At last we have sunshine after the wind and the rain. The fields are full of small swift snipe, the sky is patched with racing clouds and th...

Today the wind cat is pushing paws and claws into the house through the catflap. All night he has raged. He wants to warm himself on our fir...

In my tree bright birds sit like chiming golden fruits. I climb into the tree through the green and twisted branches, calling to the bright ...

Now She is home. She has lit a fire and the house is warm and we can sleep again knowing tat She is safe. Last night Maurice crept into the ...

We, all five of us, are not talking to her. She went away for too long. We were left here, with no fire to keep us warm and no one to come f...

This morning the wind up high was carding the clouds, pulling them down in feathers, and the sun painted the early morning cloud with yellow...

The moon rides in the sky in the daytime and nighttime now. At night the light over all is silver. As the dark gives way to the light the br...

The week has been busy, many mice, days passing in painting and walking. New cups arrived and when She leaves them dotted around the house a...

It is early , dark night still holds sway. Outside the rain falls heavy from a still dark sky. Max has returned home covered in the water-be...

Last night the clouds attacked the house, threw spears of rain and stones at the roof. This morning the world was washed clean and gentle ra...

All day the wind has been rising, and now, in the dark, it rips the clouds from the sky and dashes them to the ground, fierce spears of rain...

..all the lifetimes we have lived, each of us through our nine lives, that stretch from the ancient days of Egypt until now, even until now,...