Charlie Cat looked like a small bobcat.
When Charlie Cat first came to our door, he had a bad head wound, matted fur, was emaciated. He always stood several feet away and hissed and wouldn't eat the food we gave him until we went back inside. We fed him for several months. The wound healed and he filled out. Then, one evening, he startled me by rushing up and giving me a head butt as I put the food down. He then looked up at me, cleared his throat, and said "Meow?"
After that, he'd come to the door when it was dinnertime. On Christmas Day, he appeared at the door with ice on his whiskers. I opened the door and left it open and invited him in. He came in very cautiously, sat down on the rug and then, after an incredulous look up to heaven, slept peacefully for more than an hour before eating and running back outside.
After that, Charlie was our heart and our happiness. Since we were inept in learning "cat", he learned "human". After we fed him cat milk, he learned to say "Milllk?". After we fed him an egg, he learned to say "Ehhg?". And he especially learned to say "Ruuuub?" His fur soon became so beautiful and soft, we felt honored to give him the brushings he so loved. He would walk in front of us and then flop for rubs or brushings.
But he was still our outdoor "feral" boy.
We had to go work jobs in another state, so we arranged for our neighbor to give him food and water while we were gone for the week.
At the end of the week, he didn't show up and we thought he had given up on us, which broke our hearts.
The truth was worse.
On April 21, 2009, while cleaning out the back of our closed garage/storage area, we found his dessicated body under a piece of furniture.
Apparently, the man we hired to dispense of our garbage while we were gone had opened the garage and he had run in. He then apparently died of thirst.
Our beloved, precious, intelligent, beautiful, feral Charlie Cat.
Created by: starbug
Record added: Apr 21, 2009
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