As some may be aware, but many not, Chester, my faithful writing assistant, mice catcher, and general pain in the neck, passed away about 2 years ago, and I still miss him.
This is my way of remembering him.
For those who have not had the chance to read about all of his exploits, I will run the series again from Episode 1
This is Chester. He’s pushing his luck.
We have a long-standing issue of where he can sleep and where he cannot. He has two baskets, lined with very warm and comfortable blankets, one in our room, and one in the dining room.
Despite this, he seems to think he can sleep on the pillows in the granddaughter’s rooms, the end of our bed, on the sofa and on the lounge chair, and catching him out had=s been the catalyst for a number of arguments.
And we all know who lost those.
For a long time, he would not go into our 15-year-old granddaughter’s room, mainly because she had tormented him from an early age, but recently he had finally made up with her, but no, sleeping on her pillow was not part of the bargain.
After getting admonished for sitting on the settee, I wondered where he had got to, and it was only by chance I looked in the room. He now got a second serve for sleeping on her pillow.
And, no, giving me the sad eyes was not going to weaken my resolve.
Looks like it’s back to his basket!