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’s not looking forward to being in quarantine.
Yes, he’s been keeping up with the latest developments regarding the Coronavirus, but like many, he doesn’t seem to think it will affect him.
After all, he says smugly, there hadn’t been one recorded instance of a cat getting the Coronavirus.
Of course, he’s right, but I still search for a searing reply.
That may be, but what if they’re not reporting cat infections so as not to alarm the cat population?
Aha, got him with that one. He ponders that for a moment or two. I decided to add fuel to the fire.
Apparently, dogs can contract the virus, but after reporting one, there hadn’t been any more. What if they’re not telling anyone that more dogs have contracted the virus so owners and pets don’t get alarmed.
A reply quick as a flash, Dogs get everything that’s going around. We cats are more resilient.
Until you get cat flu. Yes, my nana’s cat got cat flu and it killed him in 2 days. This virus is a much deadlier form of flu.
A suitable look of concern crossed his face.
Maybe I’ll stay indoors for the duration. It’s not as if you’re going to let me roam the streets any time soon.
Maybe I will, I say. Perhaps it is time I started letting you out from time to time.
A shake of the head.
We’ll revisit this when the crisis has passed, he says getting up and walking off, tail flicking in annoyance.
One to me, none to him. Yes!!!