Charly was my Siamese
cat which was by my side for 17 years; From 1st grade, until Oct. 1997 @
It all started when we
had a leak in our ceiling, and needed a roofer to repair it,
he fixed it, and said he had some Siamese kittens he was
looking to give away, well, we got one, the runt of the litter
too! He was a bit shy for the first few weeks, then he felt at
home, I built little 'club houses' out of boxes and bed
spreads, and he loved to go in them and sleep.
When he was 5, he had a build-up of crystals in his bladder, (Due to ash in
cat food), he had to go to the vet at 3am, and was
there for a week, the surgery was experimental, and the doc
said it was a 50/50 chance, well, he made it, they had to
remove his you know what, but he could still hold his
bladder, he leaked sometimes, but that was no big deal..
anyway, his belly was shaved, and he was thin, I nursed him
back to health, and he got better.
About 2 years later, he came in from outside around 12am, and
he was moaning, someone hit him with their car, not bad
though, the bottom of his back foot was skinned a bit, and his
tail was limp, (broke), well, he recovered in a month, I vowed to
watch him carefully from then on out when he went outside, I
didn't let him go out much after that.
Sometime after that, I was out on the front porch, it was
early morning, and I say him in the neighbors bushes, he saw
me and meowed for help (I knew by the tone) he was limping to me
and looked like something got all over him.
It was the neighbors.. they put this sticky crap at the base
of their gutter exits, it was like fly-paper, well he managed
to get covered in it.. poor guy struggled to walk to me, I
picked him up and we used warm soapy water and got it out..
from then on out, he had good luck, never got hurt or caught
in something again.. Well, one time I was outside at night,
and was looking for him, when I saw him he was chasing a black
cat TOWARDS the road, a car was coming, and I yelled
"CHARLY!!" he stopped, looked at me, and darted left, up
onto the porch, the black cat however ran onto the road, and
the car hit it, and it died in my arms.
Then we moved to Florida, (I hate Florida) I made sure he was
supervised when outdoors, you see here in 'hell' <g> we have fire ants,
scorpions, snakes, big spiders, and crocs.. well, he adapted
well to being a house cat, if you look at the photos, he
looked more 'happy' as he got older.. I did kind of terrorized
him when I was little, but he got me back.. I have my
He Drank ONLY from a glass, in the
bathroom, and once I caught him using the TOILET when we took him on
vacation! I never trained him either.
He beat up dogs, it was so funny.. a dog walked up to him, a
little bigger than him, the dog just wanted to smell him, well
Charly didn't want him near, so he popped him in the nose with
his paw, heheh, the dog ran away with his tail down between
his legs.. He was the 'Leader' of the entire block. other cats knew this
When we came
home, he would be at the door to greet us, ALWAYS. and when I went to
bed, he would do the same routine, eat a bit of food, jump up
on my bed, walk around me to my face, smell me, and nudge the
covers to get under. Every night.
Morning, his wet nose would be in my ear or face, he wanted me
to get up and feed him...
named him sooo many weird names, a few are Molen, Charles
Lee Worthington, Cap'reanie, Juice, Liquid-Gold,
Choc, Chocolate, Jue, and soo many more.
March of 1998, I had decided that I needed someone, I felt
'empty' without a cat -- my Charly, so I went with a
friend to the SPCA, we went into the cat
area, I saw MANY nice cats, ranging in ages 3 months to 9
yrs old... Then, I saw him, his name was "Sinatra",
a Siamese Chocolate point, 5 1/2 yrs old, and...blind!
wildest thing was HE was the one sticking his paw out of the cage
to 'touch' me, I asked to see him, and I picked him up, this
guy was the LOUDEST purr'r (Plural heheh) I
had ever heard.. I left, came back a week later, he was still
there.. I was not 100% sure I REALLY wanted another cat that
looked almost exactly as Charly did, so the 3rd time I visited
(2 weeks later), my girlfriend and I went, he was there, she
loved him too.. I decided, I gotta save this guy, if
anyone can take care of a blind kitty, I can..
I have 17 yrs exp!
I took him home, and renamed him to "Chocolate", I got that from
his 'point' makeup, he IS a 'chocolate point Siamese, well,
partly Chocolate Point, but Mostly the Traditional Siamese.. <g>
The first week was very interesting.. for both of us, I
watched as he bumped into things, and followed the walls
around.. he slept in the kitchen, he was scared I guess..
the following days were exciting, he started to walk around
without hitting things, he would take hallway corners
PERFECTLY, like you or I would, and he found his litter box
right away - same with his food bowl, and water..
very weird, he is so smart, this cat actually searched around
the house, and even wanted to know how HIGH something
was, he would stretch his arms up on the wall, as high as he
could, just to see what's up there, and how high things went..
he did this everywhere.. I am guessing he was getting a mental
image of his area.. HAD TO BE! He did have some fleas, and ear
mites that he got at the SPCA.. I took him to
the vet to get that taken care of..
A few months later, he came into our room, jumped up on our
bed to sleep with us.. he sleeps at the bottom of the bed,
unlike Charly, which had to be near my face.. or under the
covers with me! <g>, I found out that he HATES
breathing, I mean, if you inhale and exhale FAST and loud, he
goes nuts, attacking stuff, and playing.. I guess it bugged
his hearing.. (His hearing is SHARP!!) Also, he loves Helium
Balloons with a ribbon and a weight attached.. He plays A
LOT.. I mean, A LOT, And he nails the target exact, never
misses.. He pounces, he runs up the back of the chair, (An old
orangeish colored chair), its HIS chair.. my friend came over,
sat in it, and Choc walked up to him, smelled him, then looked
up at him and meowed! Heheh, like saying "Hey, get
outta my chair!".
Its now Jan. 1999, his first Christmas was great, he
DID sleep under the tree as I had hoped.. I got him
a little pillow with feathers and cat-nip in it, 2 balls with
bells in them, and a balloon! We went nuts! Couldn't
wants to play, he'll run into my room, if I am in there, and
will sit by my chair and meow, then run out, (yes, run! AND
taking a right turn in the hall perfectly!) or meow while we watch
for food, when we first got him he begged more, but he's
getting better now <g>.
He has found my computer chair.. should I say more...even when
I am IN it, he'll jump up, and stand in my lap..
He now sleeps with us nightly, and meets us at the door..<g>
1999, he will have been with us 1 year, and he has turned out
to be a great cat.. I never thought that I would have
another cat, that was special like Charly, but I lucked out,
Chocolate is too -- and even if he IS blind, it doesn't even
come to mind, I sometimes forget he is, he does so many
things... friends that come over can't even tell! heheh,
they are blown away when I tell them he is blind!
So, if you ever want a pet, and go to the SPCA, and you see a nice
Cat OR Dog, and they are blind or something, don't let
that be a factor in getting one, they need love too!
Tell me YOUR cat Story! :-)
Dan - Aka "Ziroc"
Charly at age