Charlie is my first cat and my first love. I adopted him as a kitten, and was lucky enough to be present for his birth. If I could travel with a daemon like Lyra in 'The golden compass', it would be Charlie by my side always. He is sweet and dependant, and he loves to cuddle. If Frank is my problem child, then Charlie is my prodigal son, who can do no wrong. He comes when you call him, he can sense when you are upset, he climbs under the covers and spoons you when you are cold. He is handsome, maintains a perfect weight and keeps himself meticulously groomed. When Frank does not cover his "mess" in the litterbox, Charlie will go in after him and cover it for him. Him and Frank are the best of buds and are often busted cuddling. He has earned the nicknames Squirrel pants, Talky Stevens, and Chupachup.
I love you Chuckie!
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