10.8.09 Photoshoot

I had a photoshoot with Charlie yesterday while the weather was nice, and here's what we came up with

Charlie has left the building.

My Cat Is Emo

I have come to the conclusion that Charlie is emo. Don't believe me? Let me list the facts.

• He's extremely moody. He's got more mood swings than a teenage girl.
• He is constantly rolling his eyes at people.
• He has some weird eating disorder. He's anorexic, I'm almost positive of it.
• He's very mysterious.

Don't get me wrong, Charlie is absolutely awesome, but living with an emo cat can be trying at times. When I got outside, I never know if he'll be in his "I-love-my-Mommy-hug-me!" mood or his "I'm-just-going-to-ignore-you-leave-me-alone" mood. One minute he'll be wrapping himself around my legs, purring and head butting me, and the next he'll be yowling at me while kicking me with his hind legs. But of course, I love my Charlie, no matter which of the 182 moods he's in.

The Other Kitties In The Neighborhood- Part 2

More kitties! We'll start out with the funniest of kitties(that live across the street). You know him, you love him, you want some more of him! I give you....

TOMMY!! Tommy is the other kitten we got with Sammy long, long ago. He's a tad insane. He was a good kitty till Ringo came along, and then he started peeing on everything. So they threw him outside where he now beats up the other cats(even though he's a pretty small cat). He's attacked my grandma's hand before and made her have to go to the doctor because of it. He's really sweet...most of the time.

This is Momma Kitty & Mindy. Mindy used to be a super skinny kitten, but as you can see, she's very very very fat now. She's super soft, and she loves for her belly to be rubbed. Momma Kitty was a stray cat that happened upon grandma's barn, her belly full of mini-kitties! She had her babies, we gave them to good homes, and Momma Kitty has been with us ever since. She's very playful. She loves to pounce on your feet when you're walking by.

This is Ringo! Ringo is Cleo's dad. He's a gangsta kitty through and through. He is often getting into fights over female cats, and he usually comes home very beat up. I would say that it's safe to say he's a bad fighter. He's SUPER sweet. He loves to head butt your face when you bend down to talk to him, and he loves it when you scratch behind his ears. He has the biggest head I've ever seen on a cat. Big...and scabbed.

This is Mr. Kitty Diddy Itty Bitty Witty(etc...)!He's another stray cat that came from Grandma's neighbor's house. He is sooo sickening sweet. He loves to be held by anyone. He knows no strangers. He got his unusual name from me, my brothers, and our grandma. I wanted to name him Mr. Kitty, while my youngest brother wanted to name him Diddy. We combined the name, added a few dozen other rhyming words, and voilà! A cool cat with an even cooler name.

And that's all the cats in the Kitty Clan! Of course, there are about 20 something over cats that we don't count as pets(such as Ugly, Big Black Cat, & Other Momma Cat). Maybe I'll get pictures of them, maybe I won't. Who knows?

The Other Kitties In The Neighborhood- Part 1

When you love cats as much as me & my family do, of course you can't have just one! We actually have 5 other kitties, plus a few across the street that belong to my grandma, PLUS about 20 something wild cats at my grandma's neighbor's house. So, without further ado, I present the rest of the Kitty Clan!

This is Rosie! Rosie is our oldest cat. We got her when I was but a tiny child(probably about 5 or 6). She's moved all over the place with us and she's very sickening sweet to people. She loves her Mommy the best(her mommy being my mommy), and she loves to hide her nose in the crook of your arm when you hold her. She doesn't take any lip from any dog. She goes crazy on them if they so much as look at her funny(we had a dog who got scars on his nose after Rosie got done with him).She also doesn't like stray cats. If any weird cats come on the deck to eat, Rosie chases them off. She's gotten crazier in her old age, I believe. She used to be very sweet to our other cats, but now when she comes in the house(which is a very rare event), she hisses and growls at the inside cats if they get too close.

This is Casey! Casey was our first really fuzzy cat and she was ADORABLE when she was a kitten! We got her at a yard sale a long time ago. Me & my mom were walking around looking at stuff, and this cute-and-fuzzy ball of hair kept following me around while I was carrying my new Easy Bake oven. She was so cute, that we decided to get her. She was really tiny, even for a kitten. So tiny, that she could sleep on one corner of a mousepad! She has a very funny attitude towards people and cats. She rubs up against any part of you she can, and you can pet her back and head, but if you roll her over and pet her stomach, she tries to bite you. She is mean to all the other cats except Rosie. We have to feed all 4 outside cats with separate bowls because Casey won't share with anyone. Even if she's not hungry, she'll beat Charlie back away from the food just so he can't get any. She's sweet, but she has major attitude problems.

Say hello to Cleo! We got Cleo and her sister, Patty(who, unfortunately, disappeared without a trace. She was a sickly cat.) from my grandma. She may be yawning in this picture, but she really does have a big mouth! She is always meowing REALLY loud. As soon as she sees me, she starts it up. She's kind of weird because she acts all lovey-dovey to you, but when you pick her up, she gets really stiff and starts trying to get back down. She has very pretty eyes and markings. Her hair reminds lots of people of rabbit hair. Her dad Ringo, looks a lot like her.

This is Sammy! Sammy is my special little boy. He was my first baby and I love him to death! We got Sammy from my grandma. She had been trying to get rid of another kitten(named Tommy. Don't worry, he'll be in this too.), but when she was taking Tommy back home, she ended up coming home with 2 kittens! Sammy was VERY mean to my grandma when he was a kitten. He would bite and scratch up her hand something awful when she picked him up. We actually named him after my brother Sam, who at the time was quite a mean child(terrible two's). When I came over, I would hold both of the kittens in my lap and me and Sammy would play. My grandma got Sammy neutered, and I eventually took him home with me. After he was neutered, his meow became nothing more than a mere squeak, sometimes nothing at all coming out of his mouth when he "meowed". People always think he is a she, because of his small meow and long pretty hair. My family say he is retarded, and sometimes I have to agree. He isn't a very smart cat. He acts like a big baby, but I still love him just the same.

This is Marty! This is probably the best picture of Marty that you will ever get because it describes him so very well. My mom found Marty on the side of the road, goopy eyed, super skinny, and his ears were huge. She brought him home and he's been here ever since. Marty LOVES to hide. He loves to get under my dresser, in the closet, under the bed, and he loves getting into boxes. No matter what type of box, he will at least TRY to get inside of it! From shoe boxes to cereal boxes to flat pizza boxes, he gets in and loves them all! He also loves marshmallows, which is how he got his name. He was batting around and eating his first marshmallow when my mom and I started throwing out names. "Marshmallow!" "Martian!" "Marty!" Another thing that he can't live without is his milk rings. He loves them to DEATH. He loves to play fetch with them. I throw it, he runs after it, trots back with the ring dangling from his mouth, drops it at my feet, and starts meowing and purring begging me to throw it again. He can be super sickening sweet too. He loves to cuddle(on his own time, of course) with Jesse. He really is a big marshmallow.

And there you have it! That's the other 5 kitties at the D. Household. In the next blog, I'll tell about the cats that live across the street, who are also very funny and cute.

A Look At Charlie's Baby Years

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I was looking through these blogs and I completely forgot to mention when Charlie's birthday is! The closest date I can find is June 17th, '08. I know he wasn't born on that day, but that's the earliest day I took pictures of him, and he was quite little(only about 3 weeks).

So next time it's June 17th, go pick up a little something-something for Charlay. You know what he likes. ;]

Yippee!

Charlie gets to come home today!! YAY!!!! I can't wait!!!! =D =D =D

Update on Charlie

Well Charlie fans, Charlie is at the vet's office right now. Me & my mom took him today because he hasn't been feeling very good. His eyes are weird looking, he hasn't been talking(and we all know how mouthy he is!), he's breathing funny, his skin feels weird, and he's been coughing. We took him to the vet and she did her tests and whatnot and it turns out he has a type of bacterial pneumonia and he's SUPER dehydrated. He's going to be at the vet's office on IVs until Tuesday. I'm really hoping that he gets better, because Charlie means the world to me.

Just thought I'd let you guys know.

Charlie: Future Husband?

You know what? I've decided that human guys are just too much hassle. It seems like they enjoy making my head hurt. It's taken me awhile, but I've finally found the perfect guy for me.

Charlie Cat.

Yep! I plan to ask him out later. I think that he's really and truly the One! He's always there for me, but he's not much into cuddling(neither am I). He's funny, charming, and always surprising me. He's a bit bipolar but I think that will just make life more interesting, you know? Plus he's very good looking. That's always nice.

So yeah. I think that me & Charlie should become boyfriend and girlfriend. Actually, unbeknown st to him, I call him my boyfriend behind his back. Sad, I know. But I care not. If everything works out, we can get married. I've already got the minor details planned out.

TONYA & KIRSTIN: Bridesmaids
JESSE: Best man
RYAN: The guy who sweeps up when it's all over

Oh, how beautiful it will be!! I'm thinking just casual wear, also. I'm really doing that for Charlie's sake. I mean seriously, who is going to try to make him get into a tux? Yeah, that's what I thought.

I've got my heart all set in the life that I have planned out with Charlie! If he is to reject me, I think I'll just die a hermit. That is all.



(p.s. this was all a big joke. I'm not that crazy to want a cat as my boyfriend. That's just unhealthy)

Charlie's Likes & Dislikes

CHARLIE'S LIKES
Fingers
Strings
Cameras
Fluffy Dog Tails
Hiding
Hunting
Milk Rings
Keychains
Chicken Bones
Anything He's Not Supposed To Have
Balloons
Feet
Crocs
Guinea Pigs
Bees
Chasing People
Chasing Soccer Balls
His Fluffy Kitty Pillow
His Mommy
Being Pet
Being Rubbed Behind His Ears
People Who Like Him

CHARLIE'S DISLIKES
Water
Strange Dogs
Being Pet On His Belly
Being Ignored
People Touching His Back Feet
Being Held For Too Long
Being Woke Up
Not Getting To Mess With The Guinea Pigs
Dogs Sniffing & Snorting On His Head
Being Told What To Do
Being Held Like A Baby
Being Forced Into Cages
Other Cats Growling At Him
Sitting Still For A Long Time
People Who Don't Like Him

A Little Insight on Charlie

This is my Charlie cat back when he was a kitten. Adorable, I know. Back in June of last year, my grandpa was out at the barn when he found a cute little gray kitten just old enough to have his eyes open. My grandpa brought the kitten into the house and let my grandma mess with it. Granny called us a few days later and told us to come over so we could see the new kitten. He was a sickly thing, his eyes kindly goopy, but he sure was cute! He wasn't like other kittens though, because when you held him, he would bite your fingers and try to claw up your hand. We dismissed it though, because seriously, look at that face! He was at my grandparent's house for about a week and a half more when my Granny asked if I could take him home with me. She had her hands full with 2 handicapped dogs and the strain of another needy animal was taking its toll. I agreed, and I took Kitten and his cage(which was a old bird cage) home with me, determined to find him a home!

Well, Kitten turned out to be quite the handful! Every morning, he would meow and meow and meow until I woke up. I would crawl out of bed, open his cage door, and then try to go back to sleep. I say 'try' because as soon as I got back in the bed, I would hear rip snag purr purr grunt purr and find myself face to face with Kitten! Let me tell you, it made my heart just about melt to think that this tiny ball of fuzz had worked so hard to climb the bed just so he could look at me. Turns out though, he wasn't just trying to "look at me". This cat had(and still has) more moods swings than a teenage girl. He would start out purring and being sickening sweet, but then he would quickly turn into mean Kitten, biting my nose and fingers as hard as possible, growling at me when I pushed him away. It didn't hurt, of course, but it was still a shock to see this little bitty kitten treating a big tall human this way. I would finally get out of bed, and the kitten would tumble down off my bed, waiting for me to swing my feet off the edge of my bed. As soon as I did, ATTACK! He would clamp his little teeth and claws into my foot, determined to take me down. I'll admit I even swung my foot back and forth, but don't tell me that I'm mean, because you didn't see the way Kitten was acting.


After I was done getting ready for the day, I would go back into my room and take hundreds of pictures and dozens of videos of my foster kitten. He was cute, but I already had cats. 5, to be precise. Just when I would see him do something REALLY cute, I'd hop on the computer and send out emails asking anyone if they needed a kitten. One girl had a cat who just had 6 kittens, another wasn't allowed to have cats, one was allergic, etc. I went on searching for about a month, when one night, I was on the computer, Kitten asleep in my lap, when my mom walked in the room. "So, have you named him yet?" He was known as MY Charlie cat after that.


Oh, the funny games me and Charlie played with each other! He was more like a toddler than a kitten. Charlie had absolutely no respect for me, treating me like his sister instead of his mother. I would be sitting in the floor reading, and Charlie would run up, bite my hand, and then dive under the bed where I couldn't reach him. I'm partly to blame for his behaviour, for I congratulated him on his weird ways, laughing and hugging him because it was just so cute and funny! One of our favorite games was when I would get down on my hands and knees and play just like him. I would growl at him, crawl over, grab his tail(my form of biting with my hand), and run off. Then he would do the same to me, then I'd do it back, and so on and so forth.


Another game we(or should I say Charlie) liked to play is I Spy: Charlie Edition. I like to collect natural things like nests, small animal bones, rocks, and bugs. I would find a particularly nice wish bone and put it on my dresser. Charlie would wait till I wasn't looking, sneak on top of my dresser, pull the bone down, and hide it somewhere in my room. My room is not very neat, so it was always quite hard to find something once Charlie got a hold of it. Pretty soon, I had to learn to hide stuff better. I'd put things like rocks that Charlie found amusing in my jewelry box, but even then I had to sneak. If Charlie saw me put it in the jewelry box, he'd sit in front of it and meow until I finally got it out and moved it. Life with Charlie was a constant game, but we loved every minute of it.


All was, by simple standards, well, until the one night Charlie went berserk. Charlie was sitting on the kitty table looking out the window at my grandparent's cat, who likes to come over and eat, who was outside. This was apparently very upsetting to Charlie because his tail was twitching and he was ignoring everyone around him. My mother decided to playfully grab him, and all Hell broke loose. Charlie whipped around, latched himself to my mother's hand, and bit, cut, scratched, & bruised as much of her right hand as possible. I slapped Charlie off, and he ran into the living room. My mother's hand was terrible looking, all bloody and red. I got the cat carrier and threw Charlie in it, not caring if he got hurt. Boy, was my mom mad! We had been talking about putting Charlie outside anyways, but now it was a done deal. Charlie was to be an outside cat....... once the weather got nice.


My mother, her hand swollen, pussy, and sore, took Charlie outside when the rain and cold had finally blown past, and there he's been ever since. My mother's hand healed in about a week, thank goodness, and no shots or doctor's trips were required. Charlie is MUCH sweeter now that he's outside, always rubbing against my legs when I come out to do anything. He hasn't bit anyone since and he LOVES it outside. I've never seen him happier. He likes to take running jumps off of the pool deck onto a tree, climbing way up high before jumping back down onto the ground. He likes to chase lizards, he sleeps in a dog house, and when my brothers play soccer, Charlie likes to run after the ball.


I love my Charlie cat to death, more then I've loved any of my other cats(though I love them dearly as well.). Whenever we have friends over, they always say how much they love Charlie and how cute and sweet he is. Well, he is.....most of the time.