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RouXy

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…

Tigri

 

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?

 

Last night…

Appeared last night at Jump’s little Masters’house. This big kitten, reincarnation of dear RouXy? They quickly went to fetch the croquettes. But he couldn’t be allowed in, alas. He’s not greedy, he belongs to someone, sure.

 

 

RouXy’s absence

When RouXy died at the beginning of February 2017, Frimousse was in great shape – although he was nearly seventeen years old.

He very quickly noticed RouXy’s absence. He didn’t look for him. He kept on the sofas and beds where they used to stay. He was waiting, but he sure knew that RouXy wouldn’t come. He was becoming weaker and wearker. Without his RouXy, was life worth living?

Posted on March 15, just two years ago.

 

 

 

Red cat

Frimousse told you – it was on March 15, 2016 – we often see a red cat on the side of the road, a few kilometres from our house.

About a year ago, having not seen him for several days, and learning from RouXy’s Master that a red cat had been eaten by dogs, I stopped at the house of the red cat. A charming young lady opened the door, with her two young children by her side. « He isn’t our cat!  He was here when we bought the house. » I asked if he entered the house, if they could caress him. « Yes. He is becoming more and more friendly. » She told me that if he didn’t show up, she would let me know.

Fortunately, we see him quite often.

Two days ago Frimousse’s Mistress was driving back from work and she passed by the house of the red cat at the moment his Master was arriving in his car. The red cat jumped from the wall where he was waiting to receive his Master with dignity. And the Mistress had said that he was not their cat! In any case, they are his Masters now.

Read what Frimousse wrote.

Red cat