We Three, Ginger cats tales

Very quiet today. No builders. Not even in the bucket.

A blue sky morning. Up the green lane, a tree tunnel to the high hill top. Today we go to look for seals. And sure enough, on the pebble bea...

For a while She went away, but brought us back a picture of a beautiful bronze cat. It seems She was working at a place called Art in Action...

If we were ducks then the weather would be fine. Were we slugs, snails, toads or frogs we would be dancing. But we are cats and cats like th...

One cat Two cat Three cat...... Five. Watch the house come back to life.

While the house is unpeeled around us She is colouring in Her studio, listening to the bang clatter crash. The Ice Bear holds her cubs close...

Outside the house looks strange. No roof, open to the wind and rain. Inside it makes a good climbing frame. Up the stairs, covered in rubble...

Now the day moves towards twilight and the sky is a dark dark bruise and heavy weight of water. There is no roof on the house at the front a...

When She is not moving furniture and finding three year old packed lunches in Tom's bedroom She has been finding moments to colour in. A...

By day the house is all bang clatter crash and crumble. On the roof there are men. In the night it rained so much and the rain came in, dri...

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...