In Memory of Chuck

I got Chuck when he was 6 weeks old for my birthday.  To tell the truth, the cat that I wanted was adopted and Chuck was the only one left, so I got him, but I don’t regret it.  He had amazingly soft, orange fur, and would shed like crazy.  Many people called him evil; I called him messed up in the head.  He would attack people at random occasions.  Many nights he would bring a toy mouse or weasel to my family making a weak meow and acting so proud; like he had caught a live mouse.  When my family walked to the pool, he would follow us.  Halfway there he, being a fat, lazy cat, began panting like crazy, but he still walked all the way to the pool.  When he was in a good mood, you could hold Chuck or put him in your lap.  He would stay there and purr very loudly. He was an amazing cat.    

Katie