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. This is just before he jumped on the bed and started scratching at the cover.
In the first place, he’s not allowed on the bed. Somehow he seems not to have got that memo.
In the second place, I don’t like being woken up with a rather shrill meow in my ear.
What, I ask, in a rather grumpy tone.
He sits on my stomach. Maximum effect for a cat that’s heavier than it looks.
It’s national cat day.
Rubbish, I mutter. I’d know if it was or wasn’t, it comes up on the computer.
It’s national cat day. You have to do what I tell you.
As if that doesn’t happen every day.
I throw the cover over him and he disappears. Get out of that, I say, and I’ll think about it.
In the meantime, I go down to the computer and have a look. National cat day? Not our national cat day, it’s in the United States of America.
I hear the jingling of his bird warning system coming down the passage, then a moment later he appears at the door to my office.
Got your wires crossed mate, I say. It’s in America, not here. Back to the boondocks for you matey. I’m going back to bed.
I think I just noticed a cat can shake his head like a human. Or maybe not, it’s too early in the morning to be bothered about it.