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 decided to be my personal alarm clock this morning.
It was a two-pronged attack.
First, he jumps from his bed, which, in our room, is a pile of blankets on a massage chair, on to our bed just about where my pillows are, regardless of the fact I might be lying there.
It can be quite disconcerting, as he decided to go for a walk across the back of the bed.
Even more so if he decided to let us know he’s not happy.
Come to think of it, when is he ever happy?
Second, he wanders down the end of the bed and lies down on your feet. Being a Tonkinese, he’s a lot heavier than he looks.
If you decide to gently ease him off with a few subtle foot movements, he then starts attacking your feet. This can be a painful exercise in summer if all that covers your feet is a sheet.
So, this morning…
We stayed up late to watch the last four episodes of Jack Ryan series 2. It’s one of those things where you get hooked, and don’t realise the passing of time.
Consequently this morning I’m tired, and it’s past cat feeding time.
I should know better than to ignore him.
When the first two wake up calls fail, he goes to a third, comes right up in my face and taps me on the shoulder, then lets me know just how unhappy he is with me.
Oh well, sleeping in is over.