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....

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Things that cats need to learn.

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Elmo needs to know that if he sits on the cat food box She can't get the cat food out of the box. Martha needs to know that ignoring Flo...
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Friday, November 6, 2009

One long ginger cat

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Living dangerously

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Tonight Max is the warmest cat.
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Saturday, October 31, 2009

Prayers in the wind of the world.

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Prayer flags in the wind carry prayers around the world for many more days like this, as they unravel in the breeze. Yesterday Kath came and...
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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Beautiful.

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Maurice: We wait, curled in warm places in Glyn's barns or his kitchen, until the men with hammers and drills have gone. In the evenings...
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Sunday, October 25, 2009

Guests

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It is not just because Daf is a catcher of fishes that we, the ginger-clan love him. (Even Maurice sits on Daf and allows him to stroke him!...
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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Fire cats, fire dogs.

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Dancing firecat of ginger flames warms the house once again. So good, so warm. Outside a wren shouts at the dark bruised sky. It has been a ...
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

A wish or two.

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The wind fell away in the early afternoon. Clouds cleared to blue sky and we un-peeled from corners and cushions. She is frustrated as somet...
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Monday, October 19, 2009

Salt winds from the south west.

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A fierce wind blows. All day it has built itself into something strong and now in the dark time of night it rages, biting the air with cold ...
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Saturday, October 17, 2009

A postcard home.

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Dear Cats, Hoping that all is well with you and that you are keeping an eye on the builders. Cheltenham is full of autumn, golden leaves tha...
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Sunday, October 11, 2009

The scent of adventure and star music.

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In the morning we woke to an early morning light fractured over windows by rain drops dripping.We slept. Max and Me in the cat basket carele...
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Elbowing my way onto the cat blog again!

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A quick update on Maurice. On Thursday Maurice and I went to the vets and saw Kath who hadn't had time to see his xray but had spoken to...
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Small pleasures and the thoughts of cats, on coffee, the wind and laps.

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She was a devil to wake this morning! Not only did we scritch scratch at the door, we had to go around outside in the cold and the wind and ...
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Cold rain is falling.

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Rain beats hard on the roof. All cats gather together, a pool of warm ginger. We wait for Her to light the fire, but so far She does not. Ma...
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Monday, October 5, 2009

Red cat, red cooker, Yorkshire pudding.

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New cooker, better than tv!
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Saturday, October 3, 2009

The day after the vets.......

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........She let me roam where I wanted in Her studio. Even let me walk through the paint and help Her sign some books. And the day after the...
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The cats let the human speak.

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An x-ray of a cat is a very beautiful thing, like a fine drawing of muscle, bone, tissue. Delicate, a perfect drawing in twilight tones that...
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Spot the difference

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Walking today with Rosie's Aunty Puzzle, wolves in sheepdog's clothing both, almost identical, both naughty, we played spot the diff...
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If in doubt, curl.

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Monday, September 28, 2009

Night and day

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When the light of day still held the balance against the dark of night the white gold moon shone against the pale blue sky, wrapped clouds b...
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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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