A while back, Dean asked us to engage in a couple of assignments from the DS106 website. I blogged about my tasks and received a comment from a classmate about another assignment she thought I would have chosen: Cat Breading. Had I seen it when I was carefully selecting my projects, I definitely would have completed it then. Fast-forward to this week, and I found myself with a couple pieces of decrepit bread in my cupboard, some time to kill, and a very special cat named Charlie.
The Story Of Charlie Bear
It was Friday, November 10, 2006. I remember this because I had the day off work as Remembrance Day fell on the Saturday that year. I was on my way out to my car when I heard the tiny meows of a kitten somewhere on the street. I looked around and called, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!" Almost immediately, a little cat skittishly ran over to me on my driveway. I tried to approach her but as I stepped toward her she ran back onto the street. It was snowing and getting too cold for a small cat like that to be out for long, so I went up to the porch of the house and called again: "Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!" Again she came, and so this time I opened the door and invited her into the house. She came running in the door and was warmly greeted by a curious German Shepherd, a Collie crossed with who-knows-what, and a growling/hissing cat who was clearly running the show. Needless to say, Charlie bolted back outside to safety. I looked around for her, but she was nowhere in sight. When I returned to my car and turned on my headlights, the beam of light shone into a bush at the front of the house, revealing the little kitten.
Tugging on my heart strings, I rescued her from the bush and brought her back into the house and into the spare bedroom where she spent the night with my mom. The next morning I called the Humane Society to report "him" found (I am really bad at deciphering the genders of kittens) and was informed of my options:
1. Bring her in immediately
2. Keep her at home until someone claims her and if after two weeks no one phones looking for her, bring her
in then
OR
3. Keep her at home until someone claims her and if after two weeks no one phones looking for her, keep her
forever
Tugging on my heart strings, I rescued her from the bush and brought her back into the house and into the spare bedroom where she spent the night with my mom. The next morning I called the Humane Society to report "him" found (I am really bad at deciphering the genders of kittens) and was informed of my options:
1. Bring her in immediately
2. Keep her at home until someone claims her and if after two weeks no one phones looking for her, bring her
in then
OR
3. Keep her at home until someone claims her and if after two weeks no one phones looking for her, keep her
forever
Charlie's New Zipper Post-Surgery
We obviously chose option #3 and here we are today. She is the polar opposite of my other cat, Hank (#catproblems), in that she is almost annoyingly affectionate and will take whatever our two Bostons or we dish out. Last year she swallowed a large piece of a rubber dog toy and underwent major surgery to have it removed. When the vet techs phoned to update us the morning after, they said she was still a little groggy from the drugs but was rubbing her face on everyone's hands. That is my Charlie Bear. So when I stuck a piece of bread on her head, she just sat patiently while I snapped pictures and laughed hysterically at her expense. I almost feel bad when I write that, but then I look at this picture and chuckle a little more:
Miss Charlie, Donning Her Bread-Crown
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