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. Now we’ve cleaned up the room there’s nowhere to hide.
That might just become a real problem for our furry friend.
The girls are on a mission, as we’ve set them a series of tasks in order to earn some pocket money during the school holidays. And keep them out of mischief.
But, what does Chester think of all of this?
Not happy at all.
He was apprehensive at their arrival as he always is, and tries to hide away while they are here, but all that rummaging and boxes moving hither and thither, it’s not long before he comes out to see what’s happening.
The office is clean, the hiding spots are gone. I watch him slink from spot to spot, the look of dismay lengthening.
This is wrong, he says, coming up and sitting at my feet. You know I need to get away from time to time, spend some alone time to contemplate new ways to catch mice.
There were seven different spots where I know Chester hides away, and these are spots in cupboards and under beds, places that need cleaning and we can’t get to.
His ears prick up, hearing a noise from the other end of the house, and he’s off like the flash. A few minutes later he’s back. Another hiding spot is gone.
Absolutely not happy now.