Charlie was a very loving cat, he came to me when he was about three months old. He never showed any kind of bad attitude. He was a hit with the neighborhood children and as a matter of fact it was them that gave him his name. That was around the time hurricane Charlie hit. He was with out doubt the cleanest cat I’ve ever had, if he wasn’t sleeping or getting free love from his admirers he was cleaning himself. He was smart too, he wouldn’t use the bathroom in the house but would wait by the door to be let out. He lived a very good life albeit a short one it was very good. The vet told me that he was most likely born with feline leukemia. He didn’t suffer for long and even got better for a couple of days and then took a hard turn for the worst. I’ll miss you buddy. Rest well my friend.