The end

The end of the year is near. There will be no other message on the blog of RouXy this year. A year that finishes is one year less to live, according to Mathieu Ricard. I do not think that he is wrong to see things under this angle.

This is the very last photo of sweet little RouXy alive. He is trying to lap some of that milk he liked so much. He will die a few hours later in this place, where he often came during his last weeks, on the bath mat, with the fleece blanket over him …

He loved life so much, RouXy!

 

 

Short crust

Today Frimousse’s Mistress has started baking her Christmas biscuits. She seems pretty lonely. Not long ago…

Click !

http://frimousse.over-blog.com/article-la-pate-brisee-112598259.html


You haven’t met Colibri, have you?

He is handicapped due to a nervous problem, which happen a year ago.

He is a very courageous kitty.

http://colibri-et-eowin.eklablog.com/colibri-un-an-que-je-ne-marche-plus-a134183096

Where is Mimi?

RouXy, 6th January 2017, in front of the stove

Where is Mimi? That reminds us of the thousands of hours spent looking for RouXy…

 

On January 7th 2017 Frimousse wrote:

“When we moved into our house, in July 2001, RouXy was a 2-month-old kitten. Every morning, when his Masters let him out when  they went to take care of their hens, he used to join me at the limit of my garden – limit marked by my PetSafe system. We would lick each other before getting into the house for breakfast. A year later Tigri joined me to welcome RouXy. The rest of the day RouXy would roam about the village. We just tried to make sure he was in his house before nightfall. A year later RouXy didn’t come back in the evening. My Masters eventually found him his left paw caught in a steel-jaw trap, in a barn a hundred meters from our house. His leg had to be severed. From that day we have kept a closer eye on RouXy’s activities.

And life went on more or less like that for more than 10 years.

The elder of RouXy’s Masters was weaker now. And they had to stop having hens. RouXy was let out at rather irregular times. And there was no more Tigri… My Master gradually took the habit to go and fetch RouXy in the morning – and take him back to his house in the evening.

For the last three years RouXy has had a collar with a Loc8tor system, so that we can locate him in real time. But since the beginning of autumn he seems not to feel like going far, he spends most of his day in our house.

The tiny wee kitten became a splendid big cat, and now he is a gentle ageing cat, but still as sweet as ever.

And we have have been friends for over 15 years.”

The Good Times

This photo to remember “the good old times”… Life goes on, without RouXy.

Temperatures are milder these days. And we’ve had some gentle rain.

Frimousse’s Mistress is running again and she’s started cycling. I follow her on  Glympse to make sure tea is ready when she comes back.

I go shopping and I do the cooking, because she works!

Plenty of books want to be read, small repairs are needed in the house. RouXy Blog will have a little sleep.