We Three, Ginger cats tales

The house is inside outside upside downside and all in a middle of muddles. Sofa in the kitchen, kitchen table in the garden. What is going ...

She woke early to a blue sky day that promised summer and butterflies. The morning began to fill with gentle noises, a swallow or two, the s...

It would seem that She has plans to run away to cold lands and leave us. Bad woman. Loyalty alone presses us to help. Let Her have Her dream...

And the morning garden is full of the hush rush and whisper flutter of small birds' wings. Fledglings fill the trees and roses. Bluetit ...

In the late almost dark of twilight gloaming we walked up the hill, shadowcats all. The lane held warmth still from the days sunshine. Once ...

Just as She was about to start work She checked Her email only to find one from the very elegant and quite feline Vivian French. We are hopi...

New moon and solstice. Powerful. Catclaw silver in the sky. Curlew call into the moth dancing darkness. Honeysuckle, rose and mouse scent in...

Today when She should have been painting polar bears She has been helping us with our calendar instead. At the moment the calendar runs from...

Today is a sunshine and shadow day, a bee buzzing birdsong day, a butterfly wing and blossom day. Today is a day when sharp bird shadows run...

It had been quiet in the studio for a while so I was sent up to see what it was that She was doing. Up on the roof, scritch scratch at the w...

We have discovered how it is that humans stay upright. They have strings that are only sometimes visible. Like puppets. Below you can see Ha...

On this quiet evening She left behind the dogs, left behind the camera, walked to the high hill top and Kiffer and I walked too. My fur glow...

We are excited because the lovely lady Jane has been putting together a calendar of our fine gingerness and we hope that soon it will be rea...

... and so, as we stepped into the garden we were awe struck by the golden orb of moon that rose into an azure sky and lit the remains of th...

Plotting mischief, in the long grass I wait. Over the hill we walk, She hobbles. We walk slow so that She can keep up. The evening sun is si...

Almost night and as we walk the bounds of the village we find that we are at the time of perfect balance, caught between day and night so th...

The wind that sings in the summer leaves is a warm wind. The butterflies have handed over the skies to moths, though some colour still hangs...

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...

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 ...