A beautiful black cat, with a splendid tail, is walking in Frimousse’s garden. It’s Gusgus. Poor Mimi’s Masters’ new cat.
It was on April 11. He had crossed the road to come here – and visit the village.
Fortunately this will not happen again. His Masters have fitted a PetSafe collar on his neck and he will remain in a large grassy area around their house.
The garden today looks very different from what it looked 15 years ago. Frimousse’s lime-tree has grown. How about the little fir-tree on the side of the lane! But the real difference is not visible on the photos. In December of 2002 there were three cats: Frimousse, RouXy, and Tigri.
No cats left today. Well… not really. Mimi, the pussy of our neighbours on the other side of the road, has understood that Plume was gone and so was Frimousse. The way is clear, then. She comes nearly every day now, early in the morning. Yesterday she caught a mouse in our garden.