On Saturday we walked round Lac des Confins. A walk appropriate for my condition (3km +100m).
We walked past the restaurant by the lake. Under a table, three kittens, about 6-months old. One was grey with a white patch, the other two were cross breed Siamese.
The owner of the place said: “If you catch one, you take it with you” We would have been in trouble if one of them had come to be stroked! But, too wild, those kitties!
Can Frimousse’s Mistress go running in the mountain above our house now that the hunting season has begun?
Two days ago, a hunter killed four donkeys a few miles from here. He thought they were hinds. Last year, in the very same area, a hunter had killed a horse, mistaken for a hind. A few months earlier, a bit further, in the Semnoz mountain, a hunter shot dead a jogger, thinking he was a wild boar.
Well… we know most hunters that hunt near our village – one of them is RouXy’s Master. They feel devastated when they hear of such events. But in France the hunting lobby is so powerful that police and justice seem to be far more lenient with hunters than with motorists…
Frimousse’s Mistress has started running regularly after nearly three years of “problems”, which started, with tendonitis, when she ran the Lausanne half-marathon. She runs on flat trails by the Lake. She has to drive to the Lake whereas running in the mountain means starting right from our house. I think she’ll try to avoid running in the mountain on Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays – to avoid being taken for a wild boar, even with her yellow jacket, or her yellow fluo tee-shirt!