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 spends a lot of time looking out this window.
He’s keeping an eye of the birds outside.
Or, more to the point, he’s selecting the one he’s going to present to me on the back doorstep.
He missed the briefing when I told him that it was not the cat’s job to catch birds just keep them from eating my lawn seed.
Seems his natural instincts trump my instructions
He can’t go outside.
Sorry. Not sorry!