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.
This is Chester. He has broken the agreement we had when we first bought the settee.
No cats are allowed to sit on it.
Pleading will not cut it. He is in serious trouble.
No. You cannot plead your case with Rosemary.
Yes. Hang your head in shame.
And get off the settee now!
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 got his ‘I want to go outside now’ face.
We’ve had this discussion many times in the past.
The answer is ‘No!’
Why?
Several of his predecessors thought it would be a great idea to go outside, chase some birds, frolic in the grass, and chase some cars.
Yes, cars.
And finished up road kill.
After the second such fatality, we decided the next cat, Chester, was going to be an indoor cat.
He goes outside, when we hold him.
He knows the rules.
Any, yes, he’s still waiting, just in case I change my mind.
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. It has been a long, hard day.
Don’t be fooled into thinking he’s asleep.
He isn’t.
It’s late afternoon, and he’s done his rounds, sitting at the back door, the side door, and the front door.
We’re having a continual discussion about food, which, at the moment, he is being very fussy about.
I’ve sent him to bed without dinner. I can see this is going to be another test of wills.
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 undercover.
I’ve asked him to investigate the mouse problem, and this is how he responds.
Hiding in the ‘grass’.
Waiting, watching, ever wary.
Those mice will not see him coming.
I try to tell him that hiding on the chair, whilst the mice are on the floor doesn’t make much sense.
We’ll just have to wait and see.
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 got his ‘I want to go outside now’ face.
We’ve had this discussion many times in the past.
The answer is ‘No!’
Why?
Several of his predecessors thought it would be a great idea to go outside, chase some birds, frolic in the grass, and chase some cars.
Yes, cars.
And finished up road kill.
After the second such fatality, we decided the next cat, Chester, was going to be an indoor cat.
He goes outside, when we hold him.
He knows the rules.
Any, yes, he’s still waiting, just in case I change my mind.
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 gets impatient when it is dinner time.
He also has a ‘thing’ for plastic bags.
I’m not sure what it is, but he has to lick them, and sometimes thinks a bag stuffed with rubbish or clothes is either his bed or the kitty litter.
I tried to tell him that the bag had medicine in it and that he hates getting his flea treatment every month, so there was nothing in there for him.
Another discussion lost.
Sometimes he is either hard of hearing, or, being a male cat, I honestly believe has selective hearing!
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 undercover.
I’ve asked him to investigate the mouse problem, and this is how he responds.
Hiding in the ‘grass’.
Waiting, watching, ever wary.
Those mice will not see him coming.
I try to tell him that hiding on the chair, whilst the mice are on the floor doesn’t make much sense.
We’ll just have to wait and see.
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 been caught almost red-handed climbing the curtains.
Of course, he is all innocence, because the evidence is circumstantial. He was sitting on the window ledge looking out, thinking ‘if only I could get out there’.
Now he’s thinking how much trouble he’s in and whether it will be his least favorite cat food for dinner.
No, I’m not that mean.
Not unless I catch him red-handed.
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 gets impatient when it is dinner time.
He also has a ‘thing’ for plastic bags.
I’m not sure what it is, but he has to lick them, and sometimes thinks a bag stuffed with rubbish or clothes is either his bed or the kitty litter.
I tried to tell him that the bag had medicine in it and that he hates getting his flea treatment every month, so there was nothing in there for him.
Another discussion lost.
Sometimes he is either hard of hearing, or, being a male cat, I honestly believe has selective hearing!
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 is giving me the ‘Come back when you’ve rewritten the start’ look.
Yet another ‘disagreement’ over such a small matter!
Here’s the thing.
Like many authors with cats, I like to use Chester as my audience of one, my sounding board. It is better to be reading to him, rather than reading out loud by yourself.
Reading what you have written often points out tongue tangling or ‘drippy’ dialog, and unfortunate mix ups in words. Proof reading sometimes misses these.
Hitherto, Chester has been patient, lying on the floor, or sitting on the couch.
I guess a few pats doesn’t go astray in the process.
But, this morning, reading him the new start to ‘First Dig Two Graves’ the sequel to ‘The Devil You Don’t’, he just gave me one of his angry ‘meow’s’ and left.
Obviously he didn’t like it.
Of course, after I re-read it again, I could see the problem, so the days writing is not over yet.
Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance 