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 waiting for me.
Or he is on guard mode. He does this sometimes when he hears the click of the back gate latch.
He has better hearing than me.
I’m not sure what he’s going to do if the visitor is 6 foot 10 and carrying an Uzi but it’s good to know we’re both going down fighting.
It’s the wind again.
I guess if a cat could sigh, he would.
And winge about the vagaries of weather interrupting his afternoon nap.
That gives me an idea…