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....

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Warm fire

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On top of the hill the wind blew chill but sheltered in the rocks and mosses our fur held tight to the warmth of the early spring sunshine. ...
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Saturday, March 29, 2008

Walking holding tails

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Not enough ginger

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She has been very busy shut up in Her studio, but has still walked a little with us. So, we were pleased to see that She has been painting c...
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Pole Dancing

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We love Robin Hobb and we love her books and we love her rage against blogging. She is a star. And today we are poledancing for her.
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Time for walking

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The day was full of sunshine and larksong as we headed over the hill and far away. Curious sheep watched as we passed by. On the wall the ea...
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Sunday, March 23, 2008

Egg Hunt

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We walked up the hill looking for eggs and the Easter Hare, with Hannah and Kim and Tom. And the eggs were hidden and hard to find but the g...
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Saturday, March 22, 2008

Wild and windy days

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Walking in the wild wind and searching for the Easter Hare, the sea was wild and the wind fierce. She lay down for a while and was a wonderf...
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Friday, March 21, 2008

Eggs

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Outside the wind blows fast through a night rich with the silver light of a full moon. If the wind does not steal away the electricity again...
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The Quiet of a Peaceful Place

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The bright moon paints each leaf with a thin silver light. It is still enough tonight to hear a mouse speak.

Sitting on a lap

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Another girl came to live here and she has a warm lap to sit in and likes cats and is French. We keep muddling ourselves up and shuffling ou...
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Resting in colour

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For along time now we have been resting, saving our energy for a walk in the sunshine. The wind blew hard for a while and then it was still...
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Thursday, March 13, 2008

My dog

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Sometimes I curl up next to Floss on the purple blanket. Both curled ammonite tight, we share our dreams of the high hills, blue sky and buz...
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Surviving the Storm

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It came in on stealthy paws. First there was an unquiet stillness of the air. We could hear the murmur of the distant sea song rising. Then ...
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Reading through the Storm

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"Afterwards I shut myself away inside the walls of Sessruminger with only my cats for company. Cats, I decided, had certain advantages ...
Sunday, March 9, 2008

Where cats grow.

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On a warm, sunny morning we walked up the hill and found a place where ginger-cats grow. They seep and they creep from the bark of a bush, a...
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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

A Postcard from Pipehouse.

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Dear Cats, Having a lovely time away, though I have been working very hard, putting up the exhibition and having the preview and talking in ...
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Sunday, February 24, 2008

While Martha was resting

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and sleeping above the fire and dreaming of the hare and the moon..... we were bird watching in the winter tree, that broke up the sky, with...
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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Eclipse

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Last night a deep darkness fell over the world and the shadow of the earth stole all of the colour and light. As the clouds washed across t...
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Monday, February 18, 2008

The Moon and Elmo

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By day the moon is a pale, blue, swelling bigger with each day that passes and we wait, excited and hoping for clear skies. The moon stalks ...
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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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