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Charlie
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Age: |
Four years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Dilute Tortoiseshell
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| Home: |
California, USA
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Charlie
is a lovely dilute tortie lady. She came into my life quite by
accident. I had been pestering my hubby for a while about getting a kitten
to keep our other cat company, but he wasn't sure if it was time yet. One
day, my sister called. She had gotten a kitten the week before who was
found in a dumpster, and the day she called a second kitten had been found
under a porch. My sister had considered keeping both kittens, but they
were not compatible. If they were even in the same room much hissing,
growling, and head-bopping ensued. I came by to check out the new kitten
and see if I had any tips for helping them get along, and the rest is history.
Luckily Charlie did not have the same trouble getting along with the cat
who already lived with us, Sherpa. He was like a big brother/dad to her
from day one. They argue sometimes, but every morning I find the two of
them cuddled up together, and they wake me up galloping around the house
together at night. Unfortunately, she never outgrew her feral ways
entirely. My husband and I might be allowed to pet her once a month, if
we're lucky. She has only voluntarily come to sit in my lap once ever.
Petting Charlie is a treat though, she has the softest fur I've ever felt
on a cat! I try to interact with her a lot with toys, and her laser
pointer. I'm ever hopeful that someday she'll come around and realize that
we truly aren't scary, but even if she doesn't she is much-beloved here.
Funny story - the day Charlie was to be spayed, my sister's dumpster
kitten Bagheera was also being neutered. I offered to bring both of them
in to save my sister the trip. I brought the kitties in two separate
carriers, but didn't think to mention to the tech who took them into the
back that they weren't friends. He came back out a moment later,
wide-eyed, and said "Wow, they don't get along AT ALL!". He had tried to
put them in the same cage to wait for surgery, thinking that they were
both my kittens. Oops!
Charlie is the queen of our household. Sometimes she sits on the stairs
between the living room and the bedroom and doesn't let the other animals
pass. If the dog tries to get up into the bedroom - "WHAP!" he gets a
smack on the face. He may be three times her size, but he can't get past!
We all love our skittish little darling.
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