Nevertheless trees have grown, others have been felled. The heifers I can see grazing from our window are not the same as those I could see last year and the years before – those were turned into milk-producing machines and then into steak and roast beef. Plume died a year ago. Frimousse, RouXy and Tigri no longer come on the table when they smell the food they like. And my eyes have become much older.
Yes, that is the way life goes on. But “to stay in the hearts of those we love is not to die.” Thank you for sharing these sweet memories of your “CAT scan!”
They’ll always remain with us.
How the heck were you able to eat anything, with three cats waiting to pounce on your plate! That’s a great photo!
In such cases, knowing what would happen, we would buy twice as much food as needed for us, of course!
That is how we deal with the issue here. Lovely photo of the furs who live in your heart. Plume was a handsome cat too
Plume was RouXy’s cheeky friend. She always behaved with RouXy as if she was a kitten. And she was a very nice kitty with us, always ready to be stroked, especially by children.
I love that photo! So cute — nothing stands in the way of a cat wanting to get on a table!!
RouXy was not allowed on tables at his Masters’. But here…
When sitting on the table, cats behave in a far more decent way than a lot of (so called) human beings.