Mr. Charles
Charles for short. Charles joined our household while I was in elementary school. I was reading the Laura Ingles Wilder series Little House on the Prairie. Therefore the name. I always wanted to get another cat and call her Miss Caroline.
Charles was a real 'pound purry.' We rescued him from the shelter.
He was a wonderful cat and companion. He was a very regal kitty. I
always thought he was descended from a Russian Blue.
He was very talented. If I was reading a book, or if Mom was reading a newspaper, he would crawl into our laps and 'read' with us. His head actually moved from side to side as if he was reading the words. Perhaps he did.
Shortly after Charles joined our family, Prince came along. The two were best buds and entertained us with their antics. The would wrestle in the living room. Never did tne hurt the other.
Charles went to the Bridge to wait for us on August 14, 1998.
