Lester, My Lifeline

I mentioned in the 12/7/10 post that I thought having Lester living with me would cheer me up, I was right. Lester is the light of my world, the precious ball of fur I have raised from 11 weeks old. The move was hard on him, it was painful to watch him visibly frightened for the first few days, but he’s now well settled. My brother is angry with me at the moment and my dad is very careless, my fear is that my brother may let Lester out purely to hurt me, or that my dad may accidentally let him out. I don’t think Lester would run far, he’d be too scared, but this road is busy and I wouldn’t be surprised if I got home to find a squished ball of fur. In the event of Lester being squished I would like our cremains scattered together in a nice isolated forest, a recluse doesn’t belong in a crowded cemetery and nor does my lovely Lester.