Chester the cat

Chester was called my cat, had his yellow fur and his white paws and chest. He was a bipolar cat, sometimes he wanted affection, but the second he scratched and fled. However, he liked to sleep in the bed, to feel accompanied and to follow the movement of my feet. He climbed the plum tree to the roof of the house, where he sunbathed and wooed the neighborhood cats. But, who would say that his good pastime would cost him his life? One Sunday, he arrived strange, exhausted. He was flickering. And the next day, monday 16th of november, he die. It was a rainy day.