As some may be aware, but many are not, Chester, my faithful writing assistant, mouse catcher, and general pain in the neck, passed away some years ago.

Recently, I was running a series based on his adventures, titled “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 amused by the new Google Home device we have.

It sits on the table next to the dining table, and only today did he discover that we talk to it.

You know, you say, “Hey Google”, and it listens and fairly accurately types out the voice request you’ve made, such as, “Hey Google, play some Creedence Clearwater Revival”.

Of course, Chester doesn’t like their songs and covers his ears when he hears them.  It might be the reason why I request it often, but

Sometimes he’ll sit in front of it, waiting.  I suspect he thinks it will work on thought transference, and it will play ‘the meowing of a thousand cats’, to get his revenge.

Sorry, great minds don’t think alike in your case.

Then play something I would like.”

Right.

I ask Google to play the Pastoral Symphony.  Not exactly Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, but it has its moments, like turning up the volume and waiting for the cannon fire.

Scares him every time.

But that was last week.  This week, he’s requesting Ravel’s Bolero.  I think he’s been watching late-night movies again.

I say, “Hey Google, play Ravel’s Bolero.”

Instead of music, I get the instruction to reinstall Spotify.  It seems my subscription has run out.

Ugh, technology at its finest!