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RouXy on Plume’s Masters’ firewood, on April 6th, 2008

RouXy with Plume, on May 4th, 2016, on her lawn, a month before she died

Frimousse, on June 17th, 2008, at the time of the first fits, before the beginning of Frimousse Blog

What about Tigri?

June 28th, 2008

Frimousse’s Mistress points out that Tigri seems to be forgotten! And precisely today, the three kitties together in June 2008. That was just before the beginning of Frimousse blog.

In this connection, you’ve noticed that I have posted on this blog a selection of photos taken before July, 2008. Photos taken later can be seen on le Blog de Frimousse   on Overblog (in French…)

June 30th, 2008

RouXy’s “bedroom”

This is a very special photo, which illustrated perfectly RouXy’s special status in his house.

RouXy had two Masters, two unmarried brothers – the elder died in July 2016. Their bedrooms were upstairs. On the ground floor, there’s the kitchen, the living-room and… their mother’s bedroom. She died more than twenty years ago – we’ve never met her.

After her death, her bedroom was left as it was and used as a sort of store-room.

Because of the accident of his Master, the younger one, RouXy was very often in the house. And he managed to have that bed-room open for him to spend hours on the bed, with religious objects near him…

Four or five ago RouXy’s elder Master had to spend a couple of months at the hospital. It was clear that when he would come back he would be unable to climb upstairs to his bedroom. His brother turned his Mother’s bedroom into a bedroom and a bathroom.

A pity for RouXy…

 

 

In his house

Three months after RouXy had his leg severed because of the steel jaw trap placed by that damned moron down the road, RouXy’s Master had a very serious accident at work. A big piece of metal, weighing about 150 kg, fell on his knee. The knee was so severely damaged a prosthesis had to be inserted. As he was recovering at home he made a footstool to lay his leg and be more comfortable. Immediately RouXy decided to spend hours on the stool with his head on his Master’s foot.

RouXy was granted a special status. Cats had never been allowed on chairs and sofas but RouXy was. And the relationship with his Master could not be compared to that of all the previous cats in their house. When people said, referring to RouXy, “He is a very beautiful cat!”, his Master would say: “Beautiful but very sweet!”

Of course RouXy was on the stool or the settee even when his Master was away!

 

 

RouXy is angry!

He is angry, RouXy. He wants to go out but the cat flap is closed. Probably because It is not a suitable time for him to go for a walk on the road …

(In those cases, it is better not to dare to have one’s face too close to his claws…)