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 about as bored a cat can get.
I’m reading a section of one of my stories that I know is terrible, and I’m using him as a measure of how boring.
I think both you and I would agree.
This story needs re-writing.
In fact, just as I reached the end, I saw some movement.
Is it a mouse, or is it relief?
Reading time over, it’s time for some classical music.
At least I know he likes that!