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....

Friday, May 29, 2009

Secrets

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In a place far away from here She saw a house. The house sat quiet by the side of a busy road. A garden at the back, maytree at the front, p...
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Saturday, May 23, 2009

Simple moments of peace in busy days

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As She came down from her early morning walk She stopped for a brief while to talk with Glyn. We had already been calling to be sure he was ...
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Waiting for the sunshine in the land of green and ginger.

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In long green grass and clover we walk, and the grass is wet with rain. A light drizzle falls, little more than a low cloud, not quite rain....
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Monochrome days of rain.

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We walked in the rain and the monochrome sky made the gorse glow even more golden. Between tree and stone, above sea, we sheltered in emeral...
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Monday, May 18, 2009

Sky dancers

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Walking up the hill on a gray day, past the low cottage where Glyn is eating his solitary breakfast and up the emerald lane we disturb a fam...
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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Cat dreaming and the night song.

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It is night and the half light of the half moon silvers puddles and pools. The wind is fierce, not cold but fierce. She blows and howls her ...
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Ginger, green and more ginger.

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We walked up the hill to where the bluebells make the ground shine with blue haze and the air smell beautiful, but the wind was strong and i...
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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Maurice has been taking naughty lessons from Elmo.

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As you can see the ash tree is growing a gown of green leaves. So, if I stick my tongue out I look rude and if I go like this.... ... I look...
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Owl hunting

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Dusk walking, owl hunting and the light fades from the day turning all gray, except for the golden gorse. The air is scented with honeysuckl...
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Monday, May 11, 2009

Painting the moon-eyed, heart-faced hushwing and his bride

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So this is how it was. She had slept well and was feeling calm and rested and together we walked to the top of the hill, at first just me an...
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Friday, May 8, 2009

Hunting

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Today She is walking without us. She has gone to try and get closer to the cuckoo we heard yesterday. But we know the secret of cuckoos. You...
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Thursday, May 7, 2009

Poolcats

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Elmo: Maurice, quick, look. There's a cat in this pool that looks just like me! Maurice: There's two in this one!
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May

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It is May, early morning dew drop scattered May. As we walk together up the green lane to the high hill top we are thinking of cuckoos. The ...
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Paws For Charity Picture

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This is the photograph that is in the Paws For Charity Book, taken some time ago. She thought it was Maurice, but it's me, Pixiecat. It ...
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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Paws for Charity

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It is a long time since we have walked over the hill to where the post stands by the blue sea. In the early morning we walked over today and...
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Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Twilight walking with Elmo

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It was early when She got up. The light was only just being sung into the day. Ginger shines bright even in morning twilight. So we walked t...
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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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