It was one of those mornings when shadows are softened by cloud as the sun comes up to light a new day. It had not escaped my attention that She had been rising early and taking the dogs for walks, so I kept a whisker wise and watched. Sure enough they headed off up the hill, with me, Elmo, fast behind them. The earth was hard. Across the fields small cloaks of frost silvered the green, but on the hill all was winter bleached. And the sun came up.
Some mornings are just perfect. This one had a stillness and peace wrapped around it. The dogs ran chaotic, reading the scent of night creatures, still fresh on the earth. I prowled, sure foot and cat wise. The world was dressed in beautiful winter colours. Soon there will be skylarks.
In Germany there is a cat magazine, with pictures of us.
In Germany there is a cat magazine, with pictures of us.
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