American Shorthair
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Home:Albuquerque, NM  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 14 lbs.

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Buddy, Charleton Butters, Butters, Momma's Boy, Sweetie Boy, Freckle Face (yes, he has freckles around his eyes and lips)

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-pound cat-extra toe(s)

August 5th 2001

Orange Tabby

Playing, eating, more playing, sleeping, sitting with Mommy, when Mommy feeds him CRUNCHIES

People fiddling with his extra "thumbs", getting caught stealing food

Favorite Toy:
Feathers on a string that go go go!

Favorite Nap Spot:
His cave (the towel cabinet); Mom and Dad's bed.

Favorite Food:
Crunchies! (Iams dry food)

Uses his extra "thumbs" to open doors and hold toys


Arrival Story:
We thought 3 cats was enough. Then a series of bad events occurred including 9-11. We decided 1 more, a male, would round out our family nicely. I dreamed about an orange kitten, and since we didn't have any orange kitties, we decided to look for one for the heck of it. We happened to be visiting an aunt and uncle when we spotted a Petco. In that Petco, little Charlie sat looking incredibly bored and annoyed with all the folks marveling at his extra toes (one extra on each front paw... they look like thumbs). We got to know him a little and within 48 hours he was ours.

Charlie is a huge cat, and not just because he likes to eat. He isn't overweight (though he would be if we let him eat everything he wanted). He has HUGE biceps and we think it is because he walks a little differently due to his "thumbs". Ironically, Charlie does not have a big hulking roar as would befit his size. He has a tiny, tiny, little, high-pitched squeak that's barely even a miaow. And he only really vocalizes when it's Crunchies time. He loves dry food sooo much he bounces all over the place and jumps up on me while squeaking. His squeak is probably the result of getting fixed VERY young by the shelter. The shelter gave him a tatoo in his left ear of the male symbol with a line through it (Charlie thinks it's very macho). Finally, Charlie is a natural polydactyl... neither his mother, sisters, nor any other known relations have extra toes... in other words it's a natural mutation, he wasn't bred for it. Charlie's best friend is Gracie, which is why they are often pictured together.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
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The Groups I'm In:
Brilliant Orange Cats Unite

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 23rd 2004 More than 12 years!

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Cat in the Dog House: The Very Bad Day

August 31st 2006 9:14 am
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Oh boy am I in trouble. Mommy and Daddy are really mad at me. Yesterday I was supposed to go to the doctor for a check up. I'm a healthy boy, so I didn't see it coming.

I had the best morning, sitting with Mommy for hours. Then she got up, picked me up, and tried to put me in the evil cat box. I scrambled and ran like the wind, up up up the stairs! But all the bedroom doors were shut!! So I had to hide under the futon and hope Mommy couldn't find me, but she did. She lifted the futon up and I went down the stairs again. She chased me all over the house (I make sure my mommy gets her exercise).

Twice she caught me and once she almost got me in that awful box. But I slithered and pushed my way out!

Then I started hissing Mommy... and I never hiss Mommy! I was upset and scared and Mommy was getting MAD. I don't really know why I freaked out. I never have before. It was just a bad day.

Finally Mommy caught me again. And I did the BAD THING! I scratched her arm and I bit her hand! I felt so bad and Mommy was sooooooooo shocked. I was shocked too. I've never done that before. Mommy's eyes were real big as she looked over at me and I just sat there for a few seconds with my teeth still in her hand. I knew I had crossed the line. How did things ever get so out of control???

Then I ran upstairs and hid under the futon again. I know I was real bad and Mommy went and called Daddy home from work because of me. She was bleeding. :(

So when Daddy got home he was real MAD. He yelled at me and started squirting me with the water bottle until I ran into the bathroom (funny, that door wasn't open before). I jumped in the tub and wouldn't ya know it, that evil cat carrier box was still in there! (that box must be the source of all these problems!!!)

Daddy squirted me again so I went into the box... And I was a real grumpy boy. Mommy still took me to the doctor and he said I was perfectly healthy. But I guess he wasn't a mood doctor.

Now Mommy and Daddy are really angry at me because Mommy is going to have a human baby, so when I bit her she had to go to the emergency room and get special medicine. She was there for over 9 hours. And now her hand hurts.

I was the kitty on top and now I'm way at the bottom in the doghouse. Even my powers of cute don't seem to be working. I guess I'm just gonna have to be a really good boy for a while.


My Butt Hurts

August 15th 2005 9:42 pm
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So yesterday mom and dad pulled out the cat carriers. And I was like, "Well whatcha doing there Dad?" And he just smiled and walked towards me. And I got all scared-like, but I didn't notice mom behind me, and the next thing I know she picked me up and plopped me right in one of the carriers. And I was like, "Aw gosh, why'd you go and do that for?".

Well, the next thing I know, I smell the outside, and then mom puts me in the car right next to Mouse who's in the other carrier -she's the gray one who always ignores me and such- and we head off somewhere. I'm just starting to get a little woozy (I sure don't like cars too much), when it stops.

Mom carried me and dad carried Mouse into this big, stinky room. Some of it smelled good - like crunchies- but some of it smelled like other stinky animals. It sure was boring. But I did get to meet a new friend, a big cat named Burp who had no tail. He did have monster big paws though.

Well, after a whole lotta waitin', mom takes me out of the carrier and puts me on a table. I barely have enough time to look around when some strange lady twists me around, grabs my delicate person, and jabs me really hard in the butt cheek! And then they just go an pop me back in the carrier again. Can you believe that?

Then we're back in the car and I'm getting woozy again. But soon we're home and I'm thinkin' that sure was the darndest trip for a Sunday. Then mom brings out the crunchies. At first I was like "All right! Crunchies!" But then I think I sure don't feel like crunchies now. Instead I feel all tired and grumpy. So I just went and sat in the corner and all I could think about for the rest of Sunday was how much my butt sure did hurt.

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