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 has broken the agreement we had when we first bought the settee.
No cats allowed to sit on it.
Pleading will not cut it. He is in serious trouble.
No. You cannot plead your case with Rosemary.
Yes. Hang your head in shame.
And get off the settee now!
