Charlie


Breed Unknown
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Home:St. Peter's, a, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 14 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Charles, LMNO-puss, Pinball, Puzzle, Chukkus, Tectonic Plate Butt

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-pound cat

Coloration:
Black and White

Likes:
hanging out with "the guys", avoiding the dog, sleeping, catnip

Pet-Peeves:
empty food dishes, closed doors, the dog

Favorite Toy:
little catnip mouse, milk jug rings

Favorite Nap Spot:
back of the couch, furniture in the basement

Favorite Food:
Whatever's in the dish

Skills:
bouncing off walls; annoying "the Man"; exterminating mice

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
We found Charlie in a pet store at a display for cats from the local shelter (Burlington, ON). He let us hold him, but then he started hissing and growling at an empty cage; we knew that anyone that nutty would fit right into our family! The shelter was closed at that time, so we got up early the next morning and raced down to adopt him, just in case someone else had their eye on him.

Bio:
Charlie is certifiably insane. When he's not sleeping or eating, he's racing around the house, bouncing off walls (hence the nickname 'Pinball'). He walks around yowling for no apparent reason. He looks cross-eyed because the white stripe on his nose is off-centre, which adds a lot to the loony look.

Lives Remaining:
5 of 9

Forums Motto:
Nothing But The Charlie

The Groups I'm In:
Black And White Units, Canadian Catsters, Cat Warriors For The World!, Funny Zone, I Knead You, Monkey Business, The Black and White Ankle Biters

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Stray Cats only!...Take a walk on the wild side with big

I've Been On Catster Since:
February 25th 2006 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
270662


Meet my family
Gus *~RIP~*JackLucyHarriet

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MEWsings... by Charlie


Siiiiiick!

October 20th 2011 3:09 pm
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I'm sick! I'M SIIIIIICK!

Oh, I hate it! I can't remember ever having a cold before. I've seen the People sniffling and snuffling, and have alternated between offering sympathetic cuddles and laughing quietly to myself. But not moi. I don't GET sick.

Until now. Those flea-ridden, germ carrying shelter cats* have given me an "upper respiratory infection"- whatever that means. Feels a lot like a People cold. I'm stuffed up, I can't breathe, I-

What's that, Woman? What the heck is a "Darf Vater?"

Whatever.

What was I saying? Oh, I can't breathe. I snuffle and snort and sneeze, or I have to breathe through my mouth, and then I drool everywhere. SO embarrassing. The woman has been taking me into the bathroom with her when she has a hot shower, and that helps for a while, but it's not enough. I demand a cure! Now!

Eh... I'm too tired to demand anything. I'm too tired for exclamation points. I'm gonna go lie on the couch for a bit and look pathetic, and then maybe follow the woman around so she'll feel EXTRA guilty. Than I'm gonna sneeze in her face. And laugh to myself.



*You don't have to remind me where I came from, I know. But I didn't come home SICK.

 

Siiiiiick!

October 20th 2011 3:03 pm
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I'm sick! I'M SIIIIIICK!

Oh, I hate it! I can't remember ever having a cold before. I've seen the People sniffling and snuffling, and have alternated between offering sympathetic cuddles and laughing quietly to myself. But not moi. I don't GET sick.

Until now. Those flea-ridden, germ carrying shelter cats* have given me an "upper respiratory infection"- whatever that means. Feels a lot like a People cold. I'm stuffed up, I can't breathe, I-

What's that, Woman? What the heck is a "Darf Vater?"

Whatever.

What was I saying? Oh, I can't breathe. I snuffle and snort and sneeze, or I have to breathe through my mouth, and then I drool everywhere. SO embarrassing. The woman has been taking me into the bathroom with her when she has a hot shower, and that helps for a while, but it's not enough. I demand a cure! Now!

Eh... I'm too tired to demand anything. I'm too tired for exclamation points. I'm gonna go lie on the couch for a bit and look pathetic, and then maybe follow the woman around so she'll feel EXTRA guilty. Than I'm gonna sneeze in her face. And laugh to myself.



*You don't have to remind me where I came from, I know. But I didn't come home SICK.

 

Eeew, girls!

October 15th 2011 9:43 am
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Well, they're still here. The woman loaded the new cats into carriers this morning and took them out in the car, and I thought that was then end of it, but they were back a few hours later.

I guess they're not so bad. I mean, they're both being treated for fleas and earmites (gross!), and they've got colds, but I've been avoiding them anyway, so it's probably safe for me to just point and laugh at them. They stay out of my way, and my routine hasn't been too disrupted. Well, except for the fact that I now try to sleep on the Woman's pillow instead of at her feet- what am I supposed to do when there are two other cats on the bed?

They actually don't mind The Dog too much, which seems weird to me. I guess when you're fresh off the mean streets, there would seem to be worse things than a giant puppy who wants to sniff your butt. I still hate him, though. Big idiot.

Oh, and did I mention that the new cats are both madly in love with the Man?! Back off, ladies, he's mine! They just sit at his feet, looking all cute and staring admiringly up at him. It's sick. It's disgusting. It's a shame I didn't think of it first.

The Woman says they're going to be going back to the vet in two weeks to "get fixed," whatever that means. They don't look broken. Well, Harriet's a little bow-legged in the front, but she works fine.

I guess I should get used to them. They can stay, as long as The Woman still gives me lots of love.

 
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