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…
We’re having an interesting time in the quest for self-isolation.
It seems he doesn’t like the idea that we are still going out, and coming back, potentially bringing the virus back.
This, of course, despite the fact that there are no confirmed cases of the virus attacking cats.
That doesn’t mean that Chester might be the first cat that does.
Out of curiosity, and perhaps against my better judgment, I have to ask what his reasoning is.
Old age, he says. If you are telling me the truth then I’m about 18 cat years old, which means it’s about 126 of your years.
I can see where this is going. It’s my fault because I’ve left the running count of Coronavirus patients worldwide on one of my computer screens.
As of this morning, there are 393,000 cases worldwide. He was sitting next to me when I was looking at the statistical data on the various ages and pre-existing conditions.
For him, apparently, there was only one statistic that mattered. Anyone over 90 in human years had little chance of surviving.
I reiterate the virus doesn’t attack cats.
I also tell him that I have no intention of getting the virus. But it raises a point I hadn’t considered.
Going out anywhere always has a risk, whether to the supermarket or the pharmacy which are basically the only places I go. Then there is the situation of my wife, who is still working and has to go to work. That is a bigger risk considering one of the staff will be coming back from overseas.
How successful the self-isolation rule is, and whether everyone complies, is a matter of conjecture, and one has to wonder if 14 days in isolation is long enough.
Chester has raised a legitimate point, not necessarily in relation to himself.
Perhaps he might be worried about us.
And if that is the case, will the specter of this virus finally become the catalyst for a change in the relationship between cats and people, where they might realize we are more important to them than they currently believe.
Let’s see what happens.