Watch the film Breakfrast at Tiffany’s. The 3rd most important character – or the first ? – is Cat.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakfast_at_Tiffany%27s_(film)
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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.
Christmas decoration & biscuits
On December 4th 2016, Frimousse wrote :
« From where she lived when she was a child, my Mistress has retained the habit of decorating everything for Christmas (*). And today she has installed everything, except the Christmas tree, of course, which will come to our place beginning of next week, probably. It was chilly but for nothing in the world she would have avoided this pleasure of installing lights on the small fir trees, in my garden, and in front of the window of the house.
RouXy? My friend spent a lot of time inside, even if that was not all day in front of the stove.
(*) In a few days she will bake her famous Christmas biscuits. And my friend RouXy will give her a… paw and a… tongue. He simply adores short pastry, before it is put in the oven. »
Of course Frimousse didn’t know it would be RouXy’s last Christmas, and his last Christmas too. No biscuits for the time being. And no decoration yet. We are not in a Christmas mood. You can guess why. The last Christmas before the civil war ?
Frimousse’s house
It was a very lively house, when Frimousse would welcome RouXy here. It was even more lively during the almost ten years which they have shared with small Tigri.
Today, we “have” beautiful birds, though…
Dear RouXy,
You know, my RouXy, we always were afraid that you’d finish crushed by an automobile, a truck, a tractor, a motorcycle … So we tried first to convince you to spend nights in your house. – many cats die at night. We were successful. We also tried to convince you not to go far from houses. How would you have been able to escape a vixen whose young ones are starving? By climbing up on a tree with your three legs? And then, outside the village, there are hunters. They are not all as careful and respectful of regulations as your Master. And if some confuse donkeys and hinds, horses and deers, runners and mountain bikers and wild boars, they will confuse easily RouXy and a hare!
I write you that, my RouXy, but you cannot read this text and where you are nothing can happen to you any more …
Frimousse’s Master, who used to be somewhat yours
40° this morning
At last summer is ending. But still dry. But we want water before snow and cold. We’re waiting for Christmas. and RouXy was waiting for Christmas too, two years ago exactely. It would be his last.
On the other side of the village
Cannelle [Cinnamon] was RouXy’s mum. She used to live on the other side of the village. She was very young when she gave birth to RouXy. We haven’t seen her for about two years so we suppose she must have died. And there is often another cat near Cannelle’s Masters’ house.
Cannelle’s Masters have found a solution for the new cat (*) to come in and out of the house without a flap. Look at the photo.
(*) Well, we don’t know how Cannelle would go in and out of their house.
Sweetness of life
RouXy and Frimousse on the bed of the guest room, on May 29th, 2016. Wasn’t LIFE sweet?
May 13th
Yesterday was May 13th.
Some will remember a particular May 13th (click here).
But, on May 13th, our GEO perpetual calendar A photo (of cat) a day, there’s a flamboyant ginger cat, who reminds us of someone, whom we’ll never forget.
Quick translation below.
[Quiet as an alley cat
Free to do what they please all day long, alley cats settle on the roofs of the highest houses, favourite observation posts. The slightest rustle of wings or the races of the rodents trying to escape under the tiles are for them the start signal of a chase that belongs to playing and hunting.
80000 is considered the number of alley cats living in Paris today.]
Problem
Our neighbour at the top of our lane has two dogs. The mother, Hiris, was a very good friend of cats, RouXy in particular. He would spend hours near Hiris’s house (photo top of the page).
Hiris had two plethoric litters. One young female is left, which, and it is symptomatic, has no name. She was a puppy when RouXy died.
Now, she is an adult, and Hiris is kept with a chain because otherwise both dogs will go away and eventually be found several days later.
Last weekend Hiris was not tied and the nephew RouXy’s Master saw both dogs near the reservoir, 500 meters over the village, eating something. He came nearer, defying the growls of the younger bitch. They weren’t eating a young roe deer, they were eating a ginger cat! It is not really normal that dogs having food at their disposal at home attack a cat to eat it. And Hiris was used to cats.
What’s to be done? Tell Hiris’s Master? RouXy’s Master, who has known him since he was a kid, will go and tell him maybe, without illusions. Because which solution? Hiris was for his children but the children have gone … We speak about dogs and cats being abandoned on car parks of motorways, at entrances of stations or supermarkets. It is terrible. But there is another less rough but very harmful sort of abandonment for dogs: plenty of owners do not care for their dogs, except food, when they remember.
