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’ve just got the news that our granddaughters’ dog had been taken to the vet.
But it’s a dog, Chester mutters. Perhaps I should get sick…
Don’t tell me you’re feeling unloved again.
He sits on my desk, again, giving me the steely-eyed look.
This is about the litter again, isn’t it?
We changed his litter for a cheaper brand. For some reason, it’s getting more expensive to keep a cat, and the usual brand of litter jumped to nearly double what it was when we first bought it.
He just sticks his nose in the air and refuses to answer.
Well, I’m sorry, but we must economize.
Perhaps then you could use a cheaper brand of toilet paper.
OK, where did that come from?
Four-ply luxury while I get shredded paper.
He jumps off the desk and walks off, but not before saying, this isn’t over.
I can see this is going to be another test of wills.
And who is going to lose!