Charly

Last night one of my best friend's cats passed away peacefully in his sleep. He was one on a super short list of cats who, in my books, were the best ever. (This list includes my current little buddy Ziggy and my childhood cat Luke.)

He was super pudgey and not ashamed of it. He had lots of freckles and considered himself quite handsome. He used to come over and hang out with me when I lived in a place that was infested with mice. He made me feel better.

He also had the mental personality that I consider essential in a cat. One of my favourite stories about Charly was when he was hangin' out on his neighbours stoop and two young girls came around the corner of the house. When they saw him they ran screaming because they either weren't sure what he was or they thought he was a raccoon.

I'll miss you little buddy.