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. We’re back to discussing topics of interest on the internet.
I’m not sure why, because yesterday, after a few minutes he yawned and went to sleep.
Today, it seems, he’s prepared to show more interest.
There seems, I said, a lot of discussion around writer’s block.
You mean, those lumps of wood you keep putting on the fire, he says. And, while we’re at it, why haven’t you got one going today. It’s cold.
I thought we were on the same page, injured elbow, can’t use the axe.
A slight shake of the head, as if to say, I can’t remember everything you say.
OK, moving on. Writer’s block is not about wood.
Come to think of it, haven’t we got a shed full of wood, you cut it up last year.
Enough with the wood already. Writer’s block. The only block I can see that’s preventing me from writing is you.
Yep, conversation over.
Time to make some tea. He doesn’t like that. I wonder if the makers of the tea would want to know it makes an excellent cat repellant?