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 had asked the question; why doesn’t he get to go on holidays
I think we both know the answer to that.
It’s not the first time he’s asked, but this ‘simply forgetting he’s asked before’ is a ruse.
If he asks enough times, maybe…
A few questions first,
Do you often find the sunniest spot, lie down and have a nap?
Do you only turn up in the dining room at meal times expecting the food to be ready?
Do you sleep in every morning?
Do you find your self thinking more about relaxing and less about working?
Same questions as the last time, and same no answer.
I think we both know you’re already and have been for a while, on holiday!