As some may be aware, but many not, Chester, my faithful writing assistant, mice catcher, and general pain in the neck, passed away some months ago.
Recently I was running a series based on his adventures, under the title of Past Conversations with my cat.
For those who have not had the chance to read about all of his exploits I will run the series again from Episode 1
These are the memories of our time together…
This is Chester. He is contemplating the mess on the floor.
I’ve asked him many times to stop unraveling the extension cords, or to play with it as it it was a ball of string.
I’m not sure he understands the implications of playing with electrical wires.
He is recovering from the visit by our grand children.
Sometimes, when they’re very quiet, he assumes they have gone. He comes down to see what’s for dinner, or if there are any ‘snacks’.
Then, suddenly he realizes they have not gone, and panic sets in.
Sometimes he gets away.
Sometimes he is trapped, and forced to take large doses of child affection.
Yesterday, it was very close.