Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Floss. "What am I going to do? There's a cat in my bed! The ginger one. Ahhhh! Oh no! Somebody help me! Pixie. "Shut up. I'm trying to sleep. What makes you think it is your bed. Get your bum out of my bed, dog."
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.