Frimousse was lying on his armchair near the fire. I went to another room and, five minutes later no more Frimousse. I thought that, according to his current habit, he had gone upstairs, on his Voltaire chair. But he had not. he was in the garden watching I do not know what.

Everything is white with hoarfrost this morning. Will rats go out? It would be great if Frimousse could eat a rat! A few minutes later, he returned to the house and went to his dishes. Surprise! He ate… a little.

“But how many cats do you have,”  will our visitors ask? We’re trying to feed Frimousse, therefore we “suggest” various foods. One or two nibbles and it’s over. Then, a little later, we empty the dish in the bin and “suggest” Frimousse something else! He is playing on our nerves…