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’re back watching the Maple Leafs.
This isn’t going to be pretty. While they have won a few in the last week or so they have also lost, and by large numbers.
I know this is a mistake watching it with Chester, the eternal pessimist, because his initial statement, ‘You know Anderson’s going to let you down again’ even before the match started, is a sign of things to come.
Yep. There it is 21 seconds into the game the other side scores.
Damn.
He turns his head and gives me the look, “I told you so.”
Double damn.
Nothing worse than a smart-ass cat is there, and especially when he’s right.
The game progresses, and then the internet dies on me, leaving a frozen screen. Bigger fish to fry now, with the internet provider, where we are, the NBN, which is little more than a joke. Try streaming anything…
It’s the same result.
Pixellation, blank screens, endless loading signs and then a seized screen.
Good.
For once I don’t mind because I don’t have to listen to the negativity.
Yes, they score again. And again. And yes, once again we’re looking down the barrel of another huge loss.
“Just what is wrong with your goalie,” Chester asks.
“Too many games and not enough faith in the backup, I guess.”
It’s hard to explain wat’s going wrong. I don’t know the ins and outs of the Toronto team because we’re not there. It’s the lot of a supporter whose 12,000 miles away.
Perhaps our year will be next year.
Chester doesn’t think so. Halfway through the third period, he walks off, the internet giving up the ghost. We all know how this end, don’t we, he says.
Yes. We do. The food you hate the most is in your tray.
Revenge doesn’t sound as good as it did in my head a few minutes ago.
Triple Damn.
