I, Frimousse, upstairs yesterday evening

Since my friend RouXy is gone, I, Frimousse seem to sink into some sort of fog, where everything looks different – my garden does not look the same, my food doesn’t either. It also seems I’ve lost a part of my strength – I climbed up my lime-tree some days ago but I can’t climb the stairs with the agility that used to be mine. When my Masters stroke me, it takes more time for me to start purring. My Masters are worried. They thought the loss of my friend RouXy had broken my spirit. But now they are wondering – you know I can read my Master’s mind – whether I am approaching the end of the Great Adventure of life…

I, Frimousse, this  Thursday morning in my garden