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. Somedays, like today, he is an accomplice.
In what, you may ask.
I got a DM (a direct mail in Twitter) from someone who wants to ask a few questions and write a little piece about me in their blog.
Why? Chester asks. He’s been sitting beside me staring at the same screen I have, and it finally got the better of him.
They asked I replied.
But what about the last person who tried to get simple answers to simple questions?
I was in a frivolous mood, I tell him.
That’s most days, isn’t it? Unless, of course, you’ve dozed off after a long night trying to get words on theoretical paper.
OK, so he’s trying to annoy me. It’s working.
The first question, tell us a little about yourself.
So, what do I say? Suave and sophisticated.
A sidelong look from an obviously amused cat. I can tell by the expression on his face.
And then the words, don’t use words of more than two syllables, and worse, use words you don’t know the meaning of.
That’s why I have a thesaurus and dictionary on the computer.
He lets that pass.
So I have been around long enough to have many experiences, go to many places, see many people, and do stuff.
Do stuff? What the hell is ‘stuff’?
You know, stuff. Looking at stuff, eating stuff, sitting on stuff.
He gets up, gives me that pitiful look of disdain, and leaves.
I shrug. Maybe tomorrow, when he’s in a better mood.