No cat?

Since in the garden of Frimousse there are no more cats, I give seeds to the birds. Many tits, finches, rarely sparrows, from time to time serins, and, every day, the great spotted woodpecker and the Bullfinch family – this morning, for the first time, there are two Mrs Bullfinch!

There are no more cats? There’s Moka, the black pussy ! She hides under the balcony and runs away when she hears me going out. She caught a tit before Christmas, but nothing since, it seems. Unless it happened while I was doing my tour – walking or jogging – above our house or by the Lake.

I have walked or jogged 216 km (135M) since January 1 – I make a note of it everyday, not to boast but to encourage myself. I’m amazed my knees don’t get any worse, when they should! Really a huge regret: having had a prosthesis (PUC) fitted on my right knee, prosthesis that wears.

Some of you know that I’ve created a Running blog to talk about racing. I can’t run therefore I talk! Last Friday evening the Mistress of Frimousse, her nephew and two of her friends took part in the Glières relay. Cross-country skiing (skating) running (trail) at night (departure 7pm) and in the snow. By teams of two. 62 teams. I am talking about it here.

A Nice Story

Do you remember Minidril, the white pussy that the Masters of Plume are taking care of? Their son gave them his kitten for «a fortnight». And she has been here since October!

Yesterday the Master of Plume was outside with Minidril. I said, “She’s not going to like it, Minidril, when she goes back to her flat in Lyon with her Masters!” You will never guess what he answered! « Minidril, she will stay here! No way they will take her back! When they come for her, you will take Minidril in your house and I will say that she ran away! I’ll find them another white cat, if they insist!”

(I hope Minidril’s Masters don’t visit this blog!)