Cosmic Charlie

This here is Cosmic Charlie, or as everyone calls him, Charlie. We brought Charlie into our family late December of 1995. He happened to find us one day right before a big snow storm. We walked around the neighborhood trying to find his owners, but noone would claim him. So, we decided to bring him inside until the snow melted and we would find his owners. Well, he was absolutely starving when he came in, and was cold. He ate, and then fell asleep on our heat vents. Cassidy wasnt to happy at first, but quickly got use to him. Needless to say, the snow melted, and we kept Charlie. He's a very good cat, although he don't like alot of attention. He likes to be pet in small spurts, and only on his time. He don't really care much for the ferrets, so he stays away from them. He's a really good cat though, and i love him very much!

Charlie cat passed away sometime during the fall/winter of 2003. I'm not really sure what happened, because I was going through a divorce at the time, and I was not living at my old home anymore. All I can tell you is that I got a very rude message on the computer telling me that he had passed. Anyways, I will always remember you Charlie Cat, and will always Love you.

The odd thing about the day that Charlie passed, and before I got the message, I was sitting on the couch with my boyfriend, and we had a big stuft cat toy sitting on the back of the couch. My boyfriend reached over with the cat paw on the toy, and made it touch my cheek. Later that day, I went to take a nap on the couch, and I woke up to the feeling of a cat jumping up on the couch with me. We have no cats. But, I guess that was Charlie Cat coming to check in on me, and to let me know, that even though I was no longer living with him and the cats, he still thought of me....even in death.

Cosmic Charley, how do you do? Truckin' in style along the avenue. Dum dee dum dee doodley doo, Go on home, your mother's calling you. Kalico Kahlia, come tell me the news, Calamity's waiting for a way to get to her. Rosy red and electric blue, I bought you a paddle for your paper canoe. Say you'll come back when you can, Whenever your airplane happens to land. Maybe I'll be back here too, It all depends on what's with you. Hung up waiting for a windy day, Kite on ice since the first of February. Mama keeps saying that the wind might blow, But standing here, I say I just don't know. New ones coming as the old ones go, Everything's moving here, but much too slow now. A little bit quicker and we might have time, To say "How do you do?" before we're left behind. Calliope wail like a seaside zoo, The very last lately enquired about you. It's really very one or two, The first you wanted, the last I knew. I just wonder if you shouldn't feel, Less concern about the deep unreal. The very first word is "How do you do?" The last "Go home, your mama's calling you". Calling you, Calling you, Calling you, Calling you. Go on home your mama's calling you, Go on home your mama's calling you, Go on home your mama's calling you.
Words and Music by: Robert Hunter, and Jerry Garcia