Tuesday, December 8, 2009
In Memory of Charlie
anoles, and geckos mostly. I don't think he ever caught a bird. He didn't like dogs, but he grew to like Bailey. They greeted each other with a nose kiss each morning, and Charlie rubbed up against Bailey's legs. He purred for everyone in the family-- even Bailey. He purred when you looked at him. We will miss him dearly.
Charlie, make sure Nellie is o.k. and tell her that we miss her, too. Maybe she will be nicer to you in your new world.