This morning I went near the Lake. And while passing through Saint-Jorioz I felt something rubbing against my legs. A little rouXy! Of course, by the time I got my phone out, he was away…

By the way, I need to make it clear that if we haven’t had a cat since Frimousse’s death it’s not because Frimousse’s Mistress doesn’t want a cat anymore, but mostly because I’m too old, because having a cat now would mean not being able to take care of him/her properly in the near future. So we take care of the « passing » cats.