Conversations with my cat – 25


This is Chester.  He’s trying to keep a low profile.

He thinks that he had found a new hiding spot that I don’t know about.

He’s the scoop news, my friend, you leave a trail of cat hair.


That’s not the main reason we need to talk.

He seems to have forgotten what mice are and what his primary job is.  It’s a subject that we seem to discuss a lot these days.

I wonder if that is because he’s 16 years old and now a senior citizen, one who now thinks he can milk the selective memory, selective hearing thing.

That’s my excuse, mate, not yours.

I can see he’s trying to keep that look of contempt off his face, but it’s not working.

You’re the cat, there’s a mouse, get to work.

I leave, shaking my head.  It’s like talking to a brick wall.



2 thoughts on “Conversations with my cat – 25

  1. I love cats. I do speak to each of them.
    Actually, we have only one cat of our own, but the neighborhood’s cats love to hang around our kitchen – there are 14 of them! So, in total, I’m feeding 15 cats every day.
    The Catalyst

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