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. Once again we have a standoff.
This time it’s over the scratching post, and, I guess, where I’ve put it. Silly me, I didn’t think it mattered where I put it.
But, you’d think he would be grateful I spent nearly a whole day building it for him.
And many more hours trawling the pet shops trying to find a replacement that was better than the last one. It’s amazing just how much these people want to charge for something that I could make for a lot less.
So I did.
Is it possible that Chester wants me to spend a fortune on a new scratching extravaganza? it’s not as if he knows anything about money, and costs, and effort.
Or does he?
I’m beginning to think this cat is a lot smarter than he looks.
Still, once again I pick him up, get the low growl because he knows where I’m taking him, and then put him on the top level.
Perhaps it’s the smell of the new carpet. It certainly makes my nose wrinkle and doesn’t do much for allergy sufferers, but it is new, even if it is an offcut. Surely he couldn’t be offended at that, could he?
Perhaps I’ve won. He’s sitting there looking at me.
Now, if only I could read his mind!