We Three, Ginger cats tales

This morning we cats stayed home, curled in warm places. Outside the leaves were crisp white with lace edges of ice. While the light was sti...

I am the dog that lives in the waterworld at the end of the rainbow.

In the absence of a suitable tea plate Maurice chose a comfortable box in which to rest.

A dog's dinner.

Tonight we watched as a falling star ripped a bright tear in the velvet fabric of the night, and we wondered, how does the star cat manage, ...

To sweep away the dust of dreams disturbed we walked in the early morning sunshine. The farmyard was thick mud, but we danced through the pu...

Maurice: "She's been writing on our blog." Elmo:" Yes. So I see." Maurice:" Goes on a bit doesn't She....

This week I have been mostly growing until I fit in the dog basket and eating glue a shoe some paper a cork a plastic bottle a mouse that sa...

I got my first dog the week that my husband moved out because things had become so painful that we could no longer live together. The cottag...

I rarely get the chance to comment on the cat's blog. It seems these days that between teenagers and cats I rarely get to use the comput...

Now that the moon is in balance, half in dark and half in light, we find the key to a secret. Shadow Cat holds the moon's darkness, for ...

Last night the moon rose into the darkest night sky with pinprick stars. Butter yellow, bright, beautiful. This morning she still rode the s...

Maurice: "Well, it looks like cat food, and it says cat food on the tin. What does it taste like?" Pixie: "Cat food."

Half of the moon has now been taken by the Shadowcat to rule in the world of shadows. This morning, for a brief time, the moon wore a halo o...

Today as a steady rain has fallen I have been helping Her with sketches and ideas for paintings and being warm in the house of melting cats.

Someone is stealing pieces of the moon again, night after night, small bites. Outside it is so still the wind does not breathe. Around the l...

In the woods where small leaf flames still clung to the very tips of dark twigs, Bella dreamed of being wolf. Reflected trees barred her eye...

Today She was listening to the radio when She heard that The Roald Dahl award had been won by Andy Stanton for Mr Gum and the Dancing Bear ....

Imagine. Above is an ocean of air. We stand on the bed of the ocean and see the surface dappled with moonlight, a thin surface of the ocean ...

The moon in the early evening sky looked like a precious white stone, thrown into the sky pond by a giant hand. Silver ripple clouds circled...