Remembering my Charlie 🧡
Remembering my Charlie 🧡
Catdad & I were trying to figure out how to fold the new pop-up beach tent when… ⛺️😻🐈⬛. That’s what happens when you buy a tent that looks exactly like a cat house, only 10X bigger.
Remembers as soon as she sees it… 🏠🚜
Her patting the droopy bunny.. 🥰
The waiting footstool
Waiting for me to get into position so that she could lie in between my legs. Charlie used to do the same while I make space for him to lie beside me. Different cat, different body positions, but same pattern on the same footstool. 🧡💚
Today is Charlie’s gotcha anniversary.
18years of being a cat lady, all because of this boy.
I miss him every single day. 🥺🧡
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Charlie came to us on the evening of 26th April 2006. These were taken on his first day with us on 27/4.
Charlie had 2 homes before he came to us (which kinda explained his neurotic and territorial nature). Actually, he was borrowed from catdad’s colleague. Sounds really dumb right now, but that’s how it happened. We were never animal people, and I particularly was quite scared of all animals. But we both agreed cats are cool so when the opportunity came about we decided to give it a try. Charlie’s story before us was rather vague and all I was told was that catdad’s colleague Amanda adopted him from a litter of kittens belonging to another colleague and for some reason she chose the least sociable one hiding in a corner and renamed him from ChiChi to a more dignified Charlie. He must not be very happy when he was ChiChi, cos for a year or so after we adopted him, whenever I called him by his old name he’d look shocked and stared at me like he was worried. Amanda then took in another bw cat which she named Chaplin (of course!), and Charlie became reclusive and unhappy. I think that’s why she agreed to let us borrow & possibly adopt him.
I almost bailed the night before he was supposed to come. Not having a cat before, I was apprehensive and worried about stupid things like furniture, curtains and stuff. Thank heavens I didn’t change my mind!
After he got here, on the evening of 26th April 2006, poor thing hid in the wall space behind one of our bookshelves which was barely inches wide. And since I was still afraid of animals, we locked him out of our bedroom on his first night. Poor baby was meowing through the night outside our door, and to this day, I haven’t forgiven myself for that!
But from the next day on, I started spending quality time with him. We both gained each other’s trust very quickly, and th
It’s been a confusing few days for poor Anouk as the humans cope with more stressful events.
First, we’ve had to tolerate deafening drilling from renoworks in the apartments above & below us for consecutive days. Then I had to choose the worst time to come down with Covid for the first time and had to isolate taking catdad’s current immunocompromised status into consideration. Poor girl couldn’t understand why I don’t cuddle with her on the couch anymore. She’d run up to the footstool whenever she sees me, as usual, then give a look of anticipation as she waits for my cue inviting her to sit between my legs, and it breaks my heart every time I have to disappoint her.
Then just as you think things couldn’t get any worse, catdad tested positive today and now has to postpone his upcoming chemo session.
Please can we catch a break already! 😭
