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 thinks he has managed to slip away without anyone noticing.
He doesn’t realise that we put a special collar on him so that we can hear him coming.
It was supposed to save the birds, stopping him from sneaking up on them, but we don’t let him outside.
Like all cats who have a dash of bravado in them, they don’t realize cars are not meant to be chased, and they are faster than cats think they are.
Or so the last three cats we had thought. Chester is benefitting from their mistakes.
Not that he can be told.
He knows it’s reading days, where I need an opinion, and I’m guessing he’s not in the mood.
That’s OK. I need a change of scenery. And the chance to improve my surveillance skills.
Maybe I can use that experience in the story.