The day we got you, the shelter workers said your name was Calvin.

That was the 1st day at home. He was about 2 1/2 when we got him (or so they said).

You never did answer to Calvin... so after about a week, I started calling you Charlie and you loved it!

You have grown into a beautiful, distinguished lovey-kitty.

Love that belly!

I am so happy to have you in my life, snuggly boy. Even though you make my head sweat by laying on it every night, it's such a comfort to have you nearby and purring all night.

Happy Gotcha Day, my moo-kitty!