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 knows it’s time to visit the vet.
And we have the same problem every month. Any other time he would be in one of three places, at the back door, watching the birds on the fence, in his basket contemplating whether to check out the mice situation or sitting at the front door hoping some kind person will take him away and give him a better life.
But, come vet day, he’s nowhere to be seen. Or heard. I suspect he hears the sound of the pet carrier. Certainly, the moment he sees it, if he is anywhere near, he runs.
Odd that, because he has one of those bell neckbands that alerts us, and the birds, if we ever let him out. Today, in fact now that I think about it, it is not to be heard.
Has he managed to figure out a way to walk without it making a sound?
So, it’s time to mount a search. WE have to be going if we’re going to make the appointment on time.
He has six favourite hiding spots, one in a cupboard in the spare bedroom. It took a while to discover this one, and the discovery he could open the sliding door with his paw. What was hard to understand; he could close it too.
Today, he’s not there.
Under and one of three beds, all very low, and very hard for us to get down to see. And dark, needing a torch. Woe betide us if it is in the middle, just beyond our reach.
No, not hiding under the beds, but we do find one of his toy mice, destroyed.
Nor is he hiding under the lounge room table, a new spot since we put an overflowing table cloth on it, making it look like a tent.
Almost at the end of my tether, I hear a bell.
There he is, sitting on the end of the bed, a grin if it could be called that on his face.
Where have you been, we have to get going or we’ll be late, he says.
Yes, and all I have to do is get you in the carrier.
He realizes his fatal mistake and tries to run.
One day he’s going to make this easier for me.