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.
Dearest RouXy, on April 6th, 2016. There was still Plume.
Tits haven’t lost their habit to come on our window sill for sunflower seeds. Sparrows also come, nuthatches and finches also. For a couple of days a magnificent bullfinch, not fearful at all, has come too, and another kind of magnificent small birds whose name I still don’t know.
Tits? On April 1st 2016, RouXy had spotted that there were baby tits in the nesting box, and he wished to pay them a visit. A gastronomic visit.
This photo dates back to last year’s 23rd of November. For several months, RouXy had got used to lying on top of the cushion at the top of the back of this armchair. In particular when I was sitting in the armchair! Just imagine him purring for hours there!
The days the weeks pass by
Neither time past
Nor love comes back again…
It was a year ago.
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