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!
December 13, 2016 was a Tuesday. No snow. The Mistress of Frimousse has decorated the Christmas tree. Frimousse and Rouxy are in the garden. In a few days it will be their last Christmas. They did not know and neither did we.
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.
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…
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?