The other morning, as I was jogging on the mountain road above our house, I passed by the house of a red cat, whom I see quite often. It was very windy. I heard a huge meow as I saw the duvet and pillows falling from the window sill on the first floor of the house – I took the photos this afternoon, the shutters are closed. And from under the duvet I saw the red cat appear! A few moments later he would be lying on the duvet for sure!

Do you like red cats? Come on! Go to Christian’s blog! If you don’t understand French, the beautiful photos will suffice!

Fallen Leaves

I don’t like Gainsbourg, I’m sorry. But this song is a jewel! It doesn’t raise morale, certainly, but evokes happy times so well…

The photo is from November 2016. Tigri is (already) on the left of the bay leaf, Rouxy will be further on the left between the two hydrangeas, and Frimousse on the right of the picture near the hazel tree.

How I would like you to remember,

this song was yours,

it was your favorite, I think

Prévert1 and Cosma2 wrote it.

And always The Fallen Leaves3

recall my memories of you,

day after day

the fallen loves

are never done dying.

Of course I lose myself in other’s arms,

but their song is dull

and I grow ever more indifferent,

there is no helping it.

Since always The Fallen Leaves

recall my memories of you,

day after day

the fallen loves

are never done dying.

Is it ever possible to know

the begining or the end of indifference?

May fall pass, may winter come,

and may Prévert’s song

this song,

The Fallen Leaves,

vanish from my memories,

and that day

my fallen loves

will be done dying.

And that day,

my fallen loves

will be done dying.

The original in French can be read here:



September 21, 2012 was the last day of our little Tigri. We took him to Frimousse’s doctor, thinking that maybe she would propose another medecine to allow him to live a little longer, without suffering. But the blood tests said that our little Tigri was finished. The last photo of poor Tigri alive prompts me to publish the latest photos of gentle Rouxy and our dear Frimousse…





A distant relative?

When I do my little stroll every morning I often see a ginger cat near this house. To take a photograph I have to take out my phone… Two days ago I was determined to do so but… a young person in beach clothes was on the garden bed… so no way. With #metoo I would probably be in trouble! But this morning only the red cat on top of the white furniture. RouXy’s mother lived a kilometre from that place. Is this cat a distant cousin of RouXy’s?