It is nearly 7:30. My Mistress is ready to go to work. And I, Frimousse, I am ready to go out in my garden.

From where she lived when she was a child, my Mistress has retained the habit of decorating everything for Christmas (*). And today she has installed everything, except the Christmas tree, of course, which will come to our place beginning of next week, probably. It was chilly but for nothing in the world she would have avoided this pleasure of installing lights on the small fir trees, in my garden, and in front of the window of the house.
RouXy? My friend spent a lot of time inside, even if that was not all day in front of the stove.

(*) In a few days she will bake her famous Christmas biscuits. And my friend RouXy will give her a… paw and a… tongue. He simply adores short pastry, before it is put in the oven.