Author Archives: Le Maitre de Frimousse

Four donkeys!

Can Frimousse’s Mistress go running in the mountain above our house now that the hunting season has begun?

Two days ago, a hunter killed four donkeys a few miles from here. He thought they were hinds. Last year, in the very same area, a hunter had killed a horse, mistaken for a hind. A few months earlier, a bit further, in the Semnoz mountain, a hunter shot dead a jogger, thinking he was a wild boar.

Well… we know most hunters that hunt near our village – one of them is RouXy’s Master. They feel devastated when they hear of such events. But in France the hunting lobby is so powerful that police and justice seem to be far more lenient with hunters than with motorists…

Frimousse’s Mistress has started running regularly after nearly three years of “problems”, which started, with tendonitis, when she ran the Lausanne half-marathon. She runs on flat trails by the Lake. She has to drive to the Lake whereas running in the mountain means starting right from our house. I think she’ll try to avoid running in the mountain on Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays – to avoid being taken for a wild boar, even with her yellow jacket, or her yellow fluo tee-shirt!

 

 

No photos…

No photos of cats to post. Therefore only what I can see from our window this morning… Friday will be the last day of summer. Five years ago, Tigri died on the last day of summer.

Last night, on the television, there was a topic on Eckhart Tolle. He says Now has the power to make us forget the past and the future. But in our garden today there’s no Frimousse, no RouXy, no Tigri.