We Three, Ginger cats tales

......cats! To see more have a look at Her blog.

We have made too many people cry this week, and now She is looking through photos on the computer. It seems that there was once a crooked ...

Early morning sunshine paints the sycamore seeds a glowing red. Bird song raises the sun. Wind plays with the leaves and grass and flowers t...

Now is the dusk time cooling of the day and in the garden daisies have closed their eyes against the fading light. Moths are flitting throug...

We cats would all like to say the biggest thank you for all warm wishes sent from round the world to us, to Her, on the sad day. Now we are ...

I sing in praise of Kiffer the Bold whose life was short but full. Who would walk in the wild without fear. Who could lay out a line of rats...

Up the hill. Clouds lowered, dark sky bruises. The green lane to the high hill top was a tunnel of flowers and trees. And at the to...

She was out in the garden today taking photos of blue sky and flowers and thinking of work when She heard voices. Glyn had come home for t...

Went walking. Hot day. Lay in a shadey spot. Back home, chilled out with a few friends.

Up the hill in the sunshine, cold in the wind on a bright day in May, Elmo went walking, and climbing, for, in a tangle of twigs in a wind...

First, early morning light through apple blossom, bluebells. She has too much work to do, but part of this work should be walking and drea...

The phone rang. She was eating lunch, so Pixie answered it. She, that is Pixie, had a brief chat with John from The Imagine Gallery . Seems ...

It would seem that once again She is in a competition. One of the photos, from Our blog but decidedly lacking in the purest scrap of ginge...

Elmo: Hide your face quick. I don't think she's noticed. Maurice: I think She put it there because She knows how much we like i...

In the small white house next door all is quiet again. Jackdaws nest in tangled twigs in the great chimney, as they have done every year. ...

A knock on the door and who should be there but Glyn and Nadolig. Glyn, home just for the day but hopefully soon home forever and Nadolig h...