Sue Butler Nature Photography & Fine Art

“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.”
T Pratchett

…Is the sunniest spot in the house!

The Cat of the House

by Ford Madox Ford



Over the hearth with my 'minishing eyes I muse; until after

the last coal dies.

Every tunnel of the mouse,

every channel of the cricket,

I have smelt,

I have felt

the secret shifting of the mouldered rafter,

and heard

every bird in the thicket.

I see

you

Nightingale up in the tree!

I, born of a race of strange things,

of deserts, great temples, great kings,

in the hot sands where the nightingale never sings!