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 supposed to be keeping an eye on the weather.
This is the second day of Spring where it has started warm, and by mid-afternoon, it has reached a high of over 30 degrees Celcius.
It's the start of the heatwave that basically starts in October, and doesn't go away until April the following year.
But it's not the heat that's the problem, it's the humidity, and having a day that's 35 degrees with 1000% humidity, is like being roasted in an oven.
I see the look on Chester's face when he comes into the writing room, a sly glance up to the roof to see if the fan is going, and a slight shake of the head when he sees it is not.
Not that hot yet, I say.
What did we get the air conditioning for or the solar panels?
He's sharp and doesn't miss a trick. It's now more a benefit to run the airconditioning during the day when solar power is being generated.
We'll be using it soon, I say. But, just as a matter of interest, don't you cats like the heat? After all, in winter, you're just about sitting in the fire.
A glare, no an insolent stare. That's in winter. This is Summer.
No, it's Spring. Let me know when it's Summer and I'll be happy to help.
He flops on the ground.
At least you put tiles in, it's nice and cool down here on the floor, he mutters, feigning going to sleep.
And a wide yawn just to emphasize the fact the conversation's over.
Why not. I turn the fan on high. Just to annoy him.
Yes,, I can feel his eyes burning into my back.
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