Fool For You

Roméo: I’m really glad you’re back.
Chris: Yeah?
Roméo: Yeah, I missed you.
Chris: …
Chris: Right. Spill It.
Roméo: What? Spill what?
Chris: Whatever it is you want from me.
Roméo: Nothing!
Chris: Of course. You honestly missed me. Like I’m supposed to believe that.
Roméo: But it’s true. I did miss you!
Chris: Liar. You always have an ulterior motive.
Roméo: I’m not lying. Honest.
Chris: Really?
Roméo: Yeah.
Chris: Well thanks! I’m touched, Big R. Okay, you get to pick what we watch tonight.
Roméo: Thanks!
Chris: My pleasure.
Roméo: Can I ask you something else?
Chris: Shoot.
Roméo: You see, while you were away, your mom fed me beef in jelly.
Chris: So?
Roméo: Well… If you wouldn’t mind… I kinda… If you wouldn’t mind… Some salmon.
Chris: No problem. I’ll go pick some at the store later, ‘kay?
Roméo: Thank you! (Wow, I can't believe how easy that was!)

The Simple Plan

Chris: Hey, what’s up?
Roméo: Nothing, I’m writing my letter to Santa.
Chris: Right. You do know that Christmas is still months away?
Roméo: I know but I prefer to be ready in advance. There. All done.
Chris: Can I read it?
Roméo: Sure. I think the spelling’s good though.
Chris: Okay.
Chris: …
Chris: The Aristocats? Seriously? Haven’t you see this movie, oh I don’t know, like a zillion times?
Roméo: Yeah, and the VHS is dead. I want the DVD. It’ll last longer.
Chris: And what did you put the address of a Virgin Megastore in your letter?
Roméo: Well, I saw this documentary on Santa the other day and it showed how he makes all those toys and stuff. And I figured, with all those kids in the world it would be much faster for him to go buy the toys and then distribute them instead of making them. Do you know how long it takes to make a DVD?
Chris: I don’t know what to say.
Roméo: I know, clever, right? I’m surprised, for an old dude, he doesn’t seem very bright. So I’ll even join a map to show him how to get there.
Chris: Of course you will.
Roméo: See, now I’m sure I’ll get the right gift. You should do the same thing if you don’t want to end up like all those kids who never get the right present on Christmas. I wonder why no one ever thought of that.
Chris: Yeah, I wonder.

The Young And The Restless Ruin

Roméo: So, who are you rooting for?
Chris: Nadal, of course.
Roméo: What? Traitor!
Chris: Why? Who are you rooting for?
Roméo: Federer of course.
Chris: Of course you are.
Roméo: What is that supposed to mean?
Chris: Nothing. Just the old geezers sticking together as usual. And I’m not a traitor.
Roméo: Well, I’m not old. And yes you are. You should support the player from your country.
Chris: Federer’s not French. He’s Swiss. And sorry to break it to you pal, but you’re old. You’re practically a ruin. Federer should just quit and let the new generation take over.
Roméo: How dare you! You know what? The ruin says you can go frak yourself.
Chris: Yeah? Well, the ruin is not going to have anything to eat today!
Roméo: You wouldn’t!
Chris: I would!
Roméo: No!
Chris: Ye… Shhh, the game’s about to start.
Roméo: Finally!
Chris: Is Federer supposed to look like a woman?
Roméo: I wouldn’t know, you all look the same to me.
Chris: I think we got the wrong schedule.

Happy Birdsday

Roméo: Ah, there you are!
Chris: There I am.
Roméo: So, I really wanted to say, I’m sorry.
Chris: What did you do this time?
Roméo: It’s about your birthday.
Chris: What about it?
Roméo: Well, I had a present idea for you but... But since I already got a mouse for your brother…
Chris: A headless mouse.
Roméo: Whatever. Since I got him the mice, I can’t get you the same thing.
Chris: Oh, don’t worry about it. Really. I’ll survive.
Roméo: Really?
Chris: Really.
Roméo: Okay, good. Thank you! I’m glad you’re okay with that, ‘cause I have this great new idea!
Chris: Oh?
Roméo: Yup! By the way, you’re not allergic to birds, right?
Chris: ...
Chris: On second thought, my birthday is still six months away… Maybe you should take your time and think it through.
Roméo: Oh, don’t worry. It’s already done and wrapped up. I put it in the freezer.

Back For a Month

Good people of the Earth, men, women, cats and in-between,
The 22nd of next month will mark the first anniversary of Roméo’s passing. To commemorate this, I will post some bits I was working on last year as well as some new material until the 22nd. Then, I will leave the blog online until I decide what to do with it.

Goodbye

Le 22 juin, Roméo s'en est allé. Le blog n'ayant désormais plus de raison d'être, je finirai sans doute par le fermer. En attendant, je le laisse en ligne pour honorer sa mémoire et pour ne pas oublier qu'avant les ténèbres, il y avait la lumière.

Chris.

On the 22nd of June, Roméo took his leave. Therefore, this blog has no reason to be anymore and I will probably shut it down eventually. In the meantime, I'm leaving it online as a tribute to him and also to remember that before darkness, there was light.

Interruption Des Programmes

Chères lectrices, cher lecteurs, humains, chats et entre-deux,

   Moins de deux mois après sa création, le blog est en péril. A quinze ans, Roméo est un vieux chat et sa santé est déclinante. Une visite chez le vétérinaire a malheureusement confirmé me spires craintes: le temps de Roméo est désormais compté. Bien qu’il suive un traitement constitué d’injections hebdomadaires et de cachets écrasés dans sa nourriture destinés à rendre ses jours plus agréables et à repousser l’inévitable, il n’existe aucun remède contre ce mal qui le ronge: la vieillesse. L’avenir de ce blog est donc plus qu’incertain. Cependant, je ne suis pas prêt à faire une croix dessus, d’autant qu’il reste plusieurs possibilités pour « poursuivre l’aventure », ne serait-ce que pour rendre hommage à ce fidèle compagnon, et par la même occasion garder le sourire. En attendant, je ne vais pas poster pendant un moment. D’abord parce que le choc de la nouvelle m’a retiré toute inspiration et toute saveur à ces échanges, et surtout, je consacre maintenant plus de temps à ce bon chat qui a du coup besoin de plus d’attention.

Chris.

Dear readers, humans, cats and in-between,

Less than two months after its creation, the blog’s very raison d’être is threatened. Now fifteen years old, Roméo is an old cat and not as healthy as he used to be. We went to the vet who confirmed it, Roméo’s on borrowed time. Though he’s being treated with pills and weekly injections destined to help him and delay the inevitable, there is no cure for what ails him : old age. Thus, the blog faces an uncertain future although I’m not quite ready to call it quits just yet. I still have a few ideas on how to carry our journey on, if only to pay tribute to my faithful companion and to keep fond memories of him instead of sad and painful ones. In the meantime I won’t be posting anything for a while seeing as I lost all inspiration and witty comments when I learnt about his condition. And most of all, I am now dedicating more time to taking care of that good ol’ cat. 

Chris.