Frimousse’s dish was the blue one. When we moved into this house and RouXy came to share Frimousse’s food, we bought a red one for him. One year later, when Tigri arrived, we bought a purple one. And that lasted for almost 10 years.
Then stainless dishes replaced them and the plastic dishes were dedicated to dry food. Soon only two were necessary after Tigri’s death on September 21st, 2012. And soon only one. And soon …
Photo this Monday morning about 9:00
My friend RouXy is still very ill. He doesn’t want to eat, yet he is so gluttonous! My Masters says that he wants to join Tigri and Plume. He wants to leave me alone, does he? I didn’t understand everything my Masters and RouXy’s Master were talking about, in the bathroom, next to my friend RouXy, who was sleeping, with his ears pointed.
At about 9 am my Master carried RouXy on the table in front of the stove, to try and feed him with fish, chicken, ham. He just lapped a little milk but refused his petit-suisse. Then he got up and jumped from the table. He didn’t head for the bathroom but for the front door, to go out! My Master hesitated then opened the door. And my friend RouXy moved on the balcony and looked at Plume’s garden. He would have probably liked to go down the stairs but he felt too weak. After a few minutes my Master took him inside and RouXy walked to the bathroom.
My garden looks dull and depressing. We haven’t had much beautiful white snow so far and in the near future they forecast some rain but no snow.