Today is Charlie-Taylor's Gotcha Day.
His Mommy Agnes had run off to the Bridge a few weeks before, and he had been locked up for at least a week, maybe even two weeks, with no food.
His Mom had been taken to hospice and no one knew she had a cat in her house.
We fell in love with him immediately.
He is the main reason I think adopting a senior kitty is a fantastic idea.
He had all of his own quirks... one of them was "singing" to me... here's a link of a short song.
He never really recovered from the loss of his Mom and those days with no food.
He joined his Mom Agnes at the Bridge on August 12.
Although the total time we shared was short -- just four months -- he became my "heart" cat.
I think of him everyday and miss him.
This is my favorite photo of Charlie, for Straw Hat Day, by Zoolatry.
He was content and happy to find that he had six brofurs and sisfurs and
he finally felt fully accepted by his new family.