The previous post, spring of 2001. PetSafe!, is a turning point.
We were looking for a house to buy, a house with a garden, convenient for Frimousse. And we moved into the new place in July. Frimousse’s life became closely linked to that of a tiny orange kitten: RouXy.
Every morning Frimousse would stretch out his neck to have his PetSafe collar clipped around it, which was synonym of permission to go out. He would then wait for the arrival of his friend RouXy, a ritual for years and years…
The start of a beautiful friendship !
Their dead bodies lie three meters apart in Frimousse’s garden.
They gave us so much joy.
And they lie much closer in your hearts !
I decided not to write that but I can see my thoughts went as far as you !
Angel Frimousse knew that he’d landed in his own special heaven when you moved to that house.
There was a garden with a mature lime tree. There were birds There were hens and a cock in the garden next-door – RouXy ‘s Masters’garden. On the very first night there was a mouse in the house, which he caught and eat.
There was a tiny orange kitten ..
Those were good times for the kitties I am sure.
Those were happy days for us too…
A wonderful house that became a home and much more with the friends play in the garden and their giving love to you all
I feel much older now that RouXy and Frimousse are gone. I’m next.
Sometimes you miss the rituals almost as much as the feline
Quite right.
First thing in the morning I look at the litter box. But it’s gone.
Then… where are the dishes ?
etc.