CHARLIE'S
AUTOBIOGRAPHY
CHAPTER ONE
When I was a kitten, as far back as I can remember, I lived with a wonderful family of humans. I grew up thinking I was part of the family, and loved my family very much and thought that they loved me too. We had many good times together.
There was one older adult female human that everyone called "Mama." She seem to always be home. She fed me and held me in her lap. I could always relax and go to sleep when I was in her lap; somehow I knew that I was safe.
There was also a younger adult male human and a younger adult female human who lived with us. But, they would leave early in the morning and not return until almost dark most days. And there were also two young humans around five human years old that lived with us.
Then there was "Sophie." She was a black cat with a big white patch on her chest, and white paws. I can't remember exactly when Sophie came to live with us, but I think I was about one human year old.
I, being a rather huskie orange tabby, would always get comments from visitors to our home about what a beautiful cat I was. No one ever commented on how pretty Sophie was. I liked Sophie.
We played together, slept together, ate together and even use the same litter box. We would hardly ever get into a fight. I loved Sophie just as much as I loved everyone else in the family.
We were soooo happy.
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