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 pretending to be wise.
We’re having a discussion about perspective. I’m trying to explain that it is different for every person.
He reckons from his perspective, I’ve lost the plot.
So, I say, this is how it goes.
Imagine you’re arrested for a crime you didn’t commit. All the evidence is circumstantial, your gun is missing, and only two people know the combination, you can’t get corroboration on your whereabouts at the time of the crime, and you were heard to say you wanted to kill the victim.
A measured look of thoughtfulness followed by, he’s guilty of course.
Why I ask.
Give a man a gun and it’s bound to go off. That’s the problem with you humans. You need to figure out how to get along with each other without having a gun to back you up. Have you ever seen a cat with a gun? No, I didn’t think so.
How did this get to be about guns and not perspective? I ask.
Leave the gun out of the equation, then it’s only circumstantial. Just saying.
I shake my head. Why am I talking to a cat?