Two years have elapsed

Two years ago, June 26th, last photo of the elder of RouXy’s Masters. In the sunshine, in front of their door, with the gentle red cat under the armchair. It was on a Sunday morning. He will die on the following Sunday. Having patted the fur of his kitten for a last time, since I had put RouXy one moment on him in his bed. RouXy will leave us seven months later and Frimousse two months later.

We are going to live our second summer without them. Frimousse’s lime tree has some branches and a little foliage again. He could hide in it if he were here. Of course the “little” fir tree near the mailbox will not be there again. In the half-barrel sunflowers grow – “our” birds have sown them for us. Still plenty of tits and sparrows. But curiously no cats. Well… not exactly because a few days ago a cream-coloured kitten came past. He was after the birds. But he hasn’t come again. There were too many. The choice, thus the hunting, was too difficult.

Frimousse’s Mistress will say I keep writing about the past. But those in charge make us such a dark future… Poor children.

 

The sun is shining this morning though

8 thoughts on “Two years have elapsed

  1. catladymac

    Oh, we all mourn in different ways. There are bound to be moments when you cannot help but remember one or the other of them. My last Aunt just died – she was 102.
    Hope you are not having the terrible heat wave !

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    1. Le Maitre de Frimousse Post author

      Every one has to die. But it doesn’t mean it is NOT a very sad moment.
      We live at 800m (2600ft) above sea level. And there are plenty of trees and fields around. It is quite hot during the day but we know temperature won’t be over 20°C (68°F) in the evening and during the night. Therefore we don’t suffer. Do you?

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  2. Timmy Tomcat

    Memories are the thread of our lives that create the rich tapestry of life. Some sad but more sweet and so we live and await the next chapter. Sounds like some cats are still prowling so one may stick
    Timmy and Dad

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