This is Chester. He’s finally got a starring role in one of my stories.
The thing is, I tried to keep it quiet so he wouldn’t get delusions, but it failed.
I made the mistake of leaving the page with the ‘cat’ part on the screen. The screen saver should have kicked in, but I think a well-placed paw brought it back to life.
So, the next morning, I come down and see him sitting on the desk, waiting.
It can either be good news or bad news.
“I see you’ve finally written a cat into the plot.”
“It was only a matter of time. I think you made your case a week ago by sitting on the keyboard until I agreed. Now, you’re in.”
“Yes. I see. Who’s idea was it to call the cat Herman? I mean to say, really, Herman?”
“I thought it was a great name for a cat.”
“What type of cat is it?”
“I don’t know. A cat’s a cat isn’t it?”
“Why not a Tonkinese, like me?”
“Alright, I’ll change it.”
“You made him jumpy, skittish even. I’m not like that.”
“It’s not you in the story.”
“So you’ve found another cat, who is it. It won’t last long when I get to them.”
Maybe it’s easier to write him out of the story. I don’t think I can take this criticism.