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....

Thursday, December 27, 2007

We are gathered together

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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...
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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

After Christmas

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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...
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Monday, December 24, 2007

A change in the weather

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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...
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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The silver dapples of the moon

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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...
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Monday, December 17, 2007

Early morning light

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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 ...
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Thursday, December 13, 2007

Stalking gingers

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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...
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Black dog walking and the wild fox

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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 ...
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Wishes are born

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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...
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Monday, December 10, 2007

Walking in the ginger sunshine

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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...
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Sunday, December 9, 2007

Circus cats and Moon jars

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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...
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Saturday, December 8, 2007

Elmo's tree

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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 ...
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The Science of Sleep

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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 ...
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Thursday, December 6, 2007

A certain silence

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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...
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Rainbow

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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...
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Monday, November 26, 2007

Looking at the moon.

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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...
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Sunday, November 25, 2007

Full moon, restless spirit, unquiet dreams.

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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...
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Too Early

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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...
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Sunday, November 18, 2007

To walk in the rain

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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...
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Saturday, November 17, 2007

The Achievement of the Cat

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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...
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Friday, November 16, 2007

Even after...

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..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,...
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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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