With Kep gone, the need for a replacement pet existed. It exists no more.
Meet Chester.
These really are the best available pics, because he doesn’t sit still for very long. To say he’s wee would be an understatement. He might…MIGHT…exceed a pound and a half. That makes him considerably smaller than Spook, who is essentially a 15 pound miniature panther.
Here, Chester plays with Spook’s ridiculously long tail. In return, Spook plays with Chester’s face. Watching these two try to bond is like observing some sort of relationship Special Olympics.
Spook will approach, sort of making that half purr half meow noise cats make. Chester will approach him, then make a pitifully un-manly kitten growl. Spook then spits. Thing is, he clearly never learned how to do that properly, so it’s this dry, rasping noise like something produced by an 87 year old man when he wakes up in the morning. Then one runs away, and the process begins anew.
As for the name Chester, it came from the nieces and nephew. Amongst other suggestions (Orange juice?! I can’t mock too much…dad wanted to name the poor bastard Crackers) was Chester. It seems he is the main character of a series of kids books about a nefarious cat. Whether this one will live up to that pedigree remains to be seen. Right now, he has to bound up and down stairs, and the wood floors are providing a lot of humour in terms of a lack of traction. All of this is very exhausting.
For context on his lack of size, that is the arm of the couch. He doesn’t take up a lot of room on it.
Further adventures will no doubt ensue. He has quite a legacy to live up to, what with the infamous candle incident in Spook’s past…
