June

Nostalgia prohibited.

Nevertheless trees have grown, others have been felled. The heifers I can see grazing from our window are not the same as those I could see last year and the years before – those were turned into milk-producing machines and then into steak and roast beef. Plume died a year ago. Frimousse, RouXy and Tigri no longer come on the table when they smell the food they like. And my eyes have become much older.

 

 

8 thoughts on “June

  1. Mary McNeil

    Yes, that is the way life goes on. But “to stay in the hearts of those we love is not to die.” Thank you for sharing these sweet memories of your “CAT scan!”

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    1. Le Maitre de Frimousse Post author

      Plume was RouXy’s cheeky friend. She always behaved with RouXy as if she was a kitten. And she was a very nice kitty with us, always ready to be stroked, especially by children.

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