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 looking for a cool spot to lie down.
We’ve been having something of a heat wave for the last few days, temperatures soaring above the mid-thirties, and nearly as high as forty degrees centigrade.
So, this morning we watched the ice hockey, and even Chester stayed the distance, not so he could smirk when the Maple Leafs lost, but to channel the idea it was cold somewhere else in the world.
And it worked for a while. Having been to the ice hockey in Toronto in person, I know just how cold it was.
After that, it was a matter of leaving the doors opens to let what breeze there was flow through the house, so Chester first sat by the front door, then the back door, then came out to see me.
Time for the air conditioner.
Yes, we have air conditioning, and yes, the cost of electricity in this country is horrendous. It was why we had solar panels put in.
I just leave it as long as possible before turning it on.
I thought about toying with him, but he’s sitting on the keyboard looking angry.
Now was the right time.