He greeted us at the door when we came home from work, chatting and telling us all about his day. He was insistent for love! He still does this, although now he sleeps so deeply it sometimes takes him a while to figure out I've gotten home. (Now, in his old age, if I sit down on the couch for even a minute, if he's in the room he comes over and tries to get on my lap. This guy is VERY affectionate...in his own, insistent way.)
We discovered through just daily living that one of his favorite toys was a ball of wadded up paper. Ok, so lots of cats play with balls of paper - just wait till you hear the whole tale! When Charlie would hear us wadding up paper, he'd come crouch a few feet in front of us, his hind quarters twitching just waiting for us to throw it. We lived in an old townhouse (1920s) that was long and narrow. We'd sit at one end with the ball of paper and he'd go wait at the other end of the room. We'd throw that ball of paper and he'd chase after it, and bring it back to us to do again! Soon Charlie and we discovered that if he sat half way down the long room, and we threw the ball high into the air, he'd jump up and catch it. We couldn't believe it! Six, seven foot jumps, and he'd land with that ball of paper in his mouth. It was sight to see - how do we have no pictures of that!?
If we left a glass with a straw in it overnight, when we got up in the morning two things were bound to be true - the glass would be overturned and the straw would be gone. We quickly learned two things from this (and the overturned vases of flowers) - Charlie wanted to play with the water, and he desperately wanted those straws! He'd attack them, push them under the rugs then "find" them again, carry them all around the house, bring them to us for us to play with him. Every time we swept under the fridge or looked under our rugs there were straws - many straws!! I don't think I threw away a straw in 5 years without it being filled with tiny holes!
Ahh, good times!
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