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’s being somewhat difficult.
I’m trying to discuss the nuances of a Mexican standoff, a concept I’m sure he is fully aware of.
He keeps telling me that he’s part Siamese, so how the hell could he be in the middle of a Mexican standoff.
He then says, in a tone that drips sarcasm, I’m not Mexican either, but part British, so would it not be more appropriate to call it a British-Sino standoff?
I’m doubting he knows what a standoff is anyway.
And since this encounter started he’s avoided looking me in the eye, except for one condescending as, when I first arrived, as if to say I was interrupting his morning siesta.
I’m wondering if it’s not time to get another cat and update our mouse catching equipment.
Oh, yes, now I’ve got his attention.
New cat, what’s this about a new car?
Have I found his Achilles heel?
We’ll find out next time when I pull the new cat routine on him