Yesterday afternoon Frimousse was in his garden. Mainly relaxing in a corner or another, at times drinking out of the watering can – I had put fresh clean water in it. Just before 6 his Mistress told him to get into the house for the night. He went in. We tried to give him some fish, some chicken, some ham, some minced beef. He declined everything. He went upstairs, on the small bed, where his mistress took this photograph. He was very weak, like a soft toy, purring at times. He spent the night alone upstairs. We didn’t hear any noise or any movement. This morning the litter was clean and the food untouched. When he heard was preparing breakfast he went down, and drank. Then he went to the door to be let out. In his garden, he took the position for peeing, showing no particular difficulty. He went round the garden and then back into the house. After a long drink he went upstairs. He’s on the pink sofa now.

He doesn’t seem to suffer. We hope he won’t before Friday. We’ll take Frimousse to his doctor any way. He’ll be even weaker. Either the vet will suggest a non-invasive treatment, or it’ll the end of our dear Frimousse’s road with us.

Thank you for your encouragements. It is a pity they won’t change the course of events…