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 has reminded me that it’s Groundhog Day.
So I had to ask, where on earth did you get that from?
Everybody knows it’s Groundhog Day. He sits there with this knowing look in his face, and it dawns on me, he’s been looking up stuff on the computer again.
I am going to have to remember to turn it off.
In Canada and America maybe, but we don’t have it here because we don’t have the cold and snow like they do.
We have cold because you light the fire. I’m sure there’s been snow.
Now I know he’s finally losing it.
It’s 35 degrees Celcius outside, and even when it is cold it’s still 16 degrees Celcius, not Fahrenheit.
Look, get with the program here. We need something to celebrate.
Why? And a second later realizing I should not ask.
It’s been a bit dull, no mice, no treats, all bad news on the internet. Oh and by the way, since cats only get cat flu, you want to be careful not to get that new coronavirus going around.
I shake my head.
Now I’m definitely turning off the computer at night.
Cat flu indeed!