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’ve been getting quite a few scam calls lately.
Like today, the caller said they were a technician from Telstra, our leading telecommunications company in this country.
The scammers think that most if not all people are with Telstra. The problem is, it’s a lot less than they think.
Hence getting the phone slammed down in their ear, because nearly everyone knows they’re scammers.
So, Chester gives me the death stare after today’s effort. it’s not the first time, and the banging noise startles him if he’s asleep.
That’s enough yelling and banging the phone, he says.
Then you answer the phone and sort them out.
You know I can’t do that.
Well, you should I say. They always ask for the owner of the house, and that’s you isn’t it?
No, I just live here.
I snort this time.
I make your bed, get you foot, clean the little, put up with your cantankerous ways. If you’re going to behave like that, then you have to start taking responsibility.
He gives me that condescending look reserved for the servants.
The phone rings.
Funny, Chester just disappeared.