In Which Charlie Passes On / Thursday, August 23, 2007
Charlie got out a couple of weeks ago and got eaten by a dog. It's very upsetting. He was a great cat, very fond of feet and he was always very silly. I remember when he was a kitten he would crawl up under the bottom of the duvet and sleep on my feet and tickle me, and there was a certain spot on his back where if I scratched him he would rub against my foot so hard he would flip over. He will be missed, especially by his brother, Max. When we took them on a eighteen hour car ride up to virginia they slept on top of one another.
There's lots of other stuff I have to tell you, but I don't feel like doing it right now.
/Hopped!
8:43 PM