“I, Frimousse aka ‘sweet little face’, always in great shape, either in the cold of the winter in my garden, or by the stove…” Frimousse was saying (*), perched on the guardrail of the balcony, watching RouXy having a (very) last stroll in the snow, in Plume‘s garden, on January 17th 2017…
What bittersweet memories – and how handsome he looks ! Soft purrs.
Who would have thought that less than two and a half months later he’d be dead?
Beautiful photo of your sweet boy.
He was a very good cat.
He was a big handsome fellow
Do you think he looked nearly 17-years-old?