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 still the same grumpy cat I left 12 days ago.
He hasn’t even had the courtesy to ask how the holiday was.
But, despite his surliness, I’m happy to tell him all about it.
And, I know he’s listening, even when he’s pretending not to. After 16 years, he’s losing his edge.
China for the uninitiated.
The cats are different. Met one, just like you, except it had a different face. No, it didn’t speak Chinese, but then neither do I so it could have been saying anything and I wouldn’t know.
But the angry face, yep, just like yours.
We climbed up a wall, much the same as you drive me up the wall, but these steps are steeper and not all the same height.
We visited statues, and no, they didn’t speak, they were made of terracotta. No, you have no idea what terracotta is, and neither do I though I suspect it’s some form of clay to begin with.
And for some odd reason the emperor wanted to kill all the workers to keep his statues a secret and look how that turned out, and few acres that make up a huge jigsaw puzzle. Perhaps he would have more luck rounding up the cats and making statues out of them.
Ah, now I have his attention.
No, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Boring stuff, you know, a few high-speed train rides, boring museums that had stuff thousands of years old, restaurants that didn’t serve cat food, hotels that would barely fit a cat (no I didn’t try swinging one as a measurement guide), and it was hot. And cars, you would not survive longer than two minutes on one of their roads.
You try dodging 4.8 million cars.
And those silent assassins, the electric scooters driven by madmen who stop for nothing.
OK, you can stop looking for the tyre marks; I was quick enough to get out of the way.