CharlieGirl
Charlie was an abandoned kitten at five weeks. She is now nine weeks and was named CharlieGirl because of her Charlie Chaplin moustache.
Charlie was an abandoned kitten at five weeks. She is now nine weeks and was named CharlieGirl because of her Charlie Chaplin moustache.
Shes a charlie girl brought to you by coty
I just love CharlieGirls markings. She is just beautiful.
What a darling. I love the whiskers and the regal look.
aww I love her little black nose
she looks mature for her 9 weeks
Poser Fuzz! So serious and cute at the same time. Good picture for a calendar. Thank you for rescuing her.
She looks like royalty.
She’s a proper Charlie!
She’ll grow into her collar!! She’s posing for her portrait.
WOW! What a beautiful kitten.
I could never get one of mine to deal with a collar.
what a pretty girl thank God for people like you who take in kittens who are otherwise not wanted. all my cats are rescued i have 3.
This is what happens when you let your kitten model! She thinks she is all that and a bag of treats! (and she is…)
Her eyes are so serious as if she is solving all the problems of the world. If kittens were in charge of the world there would be cat treats and string for everyone!
——————————————————————————–With Christmas arriving shortly, this is a cautionary tale—make certain you don’t send kitty along with your package!
OAP posts cat
A pensioner accidentally sent a cat in the post after it sneaked inside the parcel she was sending to her nephew.
Edith Schonberg, 67, from Rosdorf in Schleswig Holstein, Germany, posted the birthday parcel without noticing Felix had crawled inside for a catnap.
She believes the three year old tom must have found his way into the package while she was searching for some sticky tape.
The mistake was only spotted when a postman at the central sorting office realised there was an animal inside the parcel and called police.
Mrs Schonberg said: “I had not even noticed he had gone until they called, I thought he was asleep in the airing cupboard.”
One more test to see if this reply-thing works — Dee, I posted a comment to you earlier, it’s somewhere down below………..:-(
Once again, when I worked for Dr. Hickey we had cats come in every year because they had their intestines bound or torn by Christmas tinsle! Please be advised not to “icycle” your trees, I know they look nice but shiney and stringy is too much temptaion for the kitties to resist.
Great reminder Rosie. Also be careful of ribbon for the same reasons. Last night I came home and my boy Thierry Henry had attacked a pompom shaker and was proceeding to barf blue and white plastic shred all over the house. Not bringing those into the house again.
ppearson—I think Thierry may be bulimic! haha
This happened to my sons new kitten “sassy”.. She was only 6 months old. She died from it. The vet couldn’t save her. We NEVER use tinsil. Also be careful of ribbon used to wrap packages. It can be very dangerous to curious little kittens. He is still torn up about it happening to her. He didn’t know how dangerous it could be. She was a cutie. He still has his other kitty “matina” resued from the pound. I’m taking care of her untill he comes back from Iraq. She gets along great with my two kitties, fazzle and dazzle (sisters).
Precious!!!
Do Pets Dream?
Deep in the land of nod, their legs twitch, their tails wag, they whimper, they wiggle, they paw – but do they dream?
According to many scientists, there is evidence to confirm what you have most likely always suspected. Yes, pets dream, as do all mammals whose sleep habits have been studied to date.
When it comes to sleep, your furry friend is a lot like you. Every night, he experiences two types of sleep: rapid eye movement (REM) sleep and slow wave sleep (SWS).
First comes SWS. During SWS, brain waves are slow and, while muscles are not completely relaxed, the brain is at its most restful.
Next comes REM sleep, which is when we (all mammals) process each day’s experiences. It’s during REM sleep that you’ll notice your dog chasing rabbits or your cat swatting at butterflies, with his eyes closed – in other words, dreaming. You might also notice that he’s difficult to awaken, as REM sleep is when we sleep most deeply.
Puppies and kittens spend more time in REM sleep than adult animals, which is hardly surprising. Think about it. Young pets spend all day learning about the world around them and how to interact with it. Come REM sleep, they have a lot of new information to process, sort through, and file away – including how to climb a stair, chase a bird and ask to be let out, thus all the flinching, running movements you observe.
Human dreams are based on both experience and imagination. If animals follow the same sleep patterns as us, it begs the question, “do our pets have imaginations as well as memories?”
Have you ever noticed your dog staring intently at nothing or your cat swatting at thin air? It’s enough to make you wonder whether they indeed have an imagination. Unfortunately, wonder is all we can do until they decide to tell…or until we learn how to listen.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful” FUZZ
Wasn’t there a Charlie Girl song from the 60s? Something like that, anyway?
It was “Georgy Girl.” And Charlie Girl is much prettier.
VERY HEARTWARMING STORY HERE————————————–
09/25/06
Brinkley
Submitted By: Randy Wright
You’ve heard the story . . . divorced, single and lonely. I hadn’t had a successful lasting relationship and I needed someone to love. The only solution: Adopt a dog.
After I made my decision, friends of mine adopted an abandoned Golden Retriever from the local shelter. They already had two Golden Retrievers at home but wanted a third one. This dog was six- or seven-years-old, his coat and skin were unhealthy; he was thin, and his teeth were so worn down they looked like he must have been eating rocks. My friends named him “Murray.” After they returned from a one week vacation, my friends would bring Murray home.
While my friends were gone I visited Murray in the shelter. I sat in his pen, petting him and talking to him. He seemed so lonely. I told him he was going to get out of there soon and that he would be going to a really good home. And, I fell in love with him.
After my friends returned, they decided that having three big dogs was too much and asked me if I wanted Murray. I was ecstatic!
I did my homework about adopting an older dog—got input from friends and family, and spoke with the vet who was treating him. I was told by well-meaning friends that I shouldn’t get this dog. I’d get too attached—and if something happened to Murray—I’d be crushed. But I knew that he and I were meant for each other. Any amount of time we could have together, no matter how short, would be worth it.
I had seen You’ve Got Mail, a movie that had a Golden Retriever in it named Brinkley. I loved that name and after I picked Murray up at the shelter, I knew my new companion’s name had to be Brinkley. I was worried that the dog might get confused though; he had had so many names—Murray, now Brinkley and who-knows-what when he was a puppy. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for him to know his name. One evening, I rented You’ve Got Mail. My Brinkley was asleep and when Tom Hanks shouted for his Brinkley, my Brinkley immediately woke up as if to say, “You calling me?!?”
After bringing Brinkley home, I phoned my boss and asked if I could bring Brinkley to work on Monday because I didn’t want to leave him alone so soon. On Tuesday as planned, I left Brinkley at home. When I got to work my boss said, “Where’s Brinkley?” The rest is history—Brinkley became the office mascot and accompanied me to work every day.
Our life together was filled with special times and tender moments. He filled so many voids in my existence. The two of us became well known around town and people were disappointed if I ventured out without him. People always remembered Brinkley’s name—often not even knowing mine! Everywhere we went, people loved to visit with him.
During the last year of Brinkley’s life, he was riddled with health challenges caused by spinal arthritis and old age. But he wasn’t ready to give up. Then, his legs failed. My sweet Brinkley let me know that he was tired and had lost his will to fight. So I had to say farewell to my wonderful companion. Though it was the best thing I could do for him, my heart still aches from the loss. I didn’t know it was possible to shed so many tears or feel such profound sorrow.
There are no accidents in life. Brinkley and I were meant to be—and did we ever “be” together! As my constant companion for seven years, there wasn’t a day that went by when I didn’t feel extremely blessed and grateful for his presence in my life. When asked about Brinkley, I’d share his story about how our life together began due to his abandonment. I’d hear, “He was sure lucky to have found you,” to which I would reply, “No, I was the lucky one.” Brinkley gave me far more than I could have ever given to him. He was a loving, tender soul whose only purpose in life was to be cute, give “face” (which was Brinkley’s version of smiling) and to fill people’s hearts with joy. His goodness allowed me to open my bruised and jaded heart and learn to love again.
Before I met Brinkley, I had not been successful in having a lasting relationship. Today, I am engaged and I will be married soon. I’ve told my fiancé that he has Brinkley to thank for our being together. Without Brinkley in my life, my heart would have remained forever closed and even the possibility of falling in love could never have happened. Yes, I am the lucky one . . . and the credit goes to the Brinkster!
thats a very sweet story
What a heart warming story. I wish I had a cat or small dog to warm my heart to love again but alas no cat dog or man.
This little sweetie is beautiful! Her collar is pretty, too. May the Lord bless you for rescuing Charliegirl, and of course, bless this baby also.
Charlie Girl is very pretty! She’s got a very nice set of whiskers as well..
I can’t take my eyes off her long enough to type a comment. :))
She is purrfection. God Bless you and your sweet CharlieGirl :))
MEWOW! What a gorgeous little bundle of fluff!
City Lights Fuzz
Silver Screen Fuzz
Silence is Golden Fuzz
Slapstick Fuzz
I wish I could wear my leopard print collar with as much style as Charlie wears hers! Naughty but nice.
purrrrrrdy girl!!!!!!!!
Totally snuggle-able! She-who-is-princess!
A very demanding look! I don’t think she’ll be in the ’silents’ for long!
What a love! Lots of kisses to her!
Todos estos gatos son tuyos??
Son preciosos, me encnatan los gatos.
I’ve fallen in instant love with you, CharlieGirl, but don’t let it go to your head, because I do that a LOT. Oh my gosh, what a gorgeous girl sporting such snazzy jewelry! Beautiful and she knows it. Waiter a bowl of your finest double cream, s’il vous plait.
My heart goes out to you about Brinkley. I have had several cats and dogs over the years, and letting them go never gets any easier. I was always supposed to be the “strong one” when the time came to let our four legged babies go…I was the one that always ended up blubbering like a baby from the pain. I have always said this- “Never forget your animal, just transer that love to another animal that needs you, as much as you need them.”
God bless you.
No wonder there has been a constant stream of animals in my life! I have said goodbye to many, but many more have continued to need my love and care.
Reminds me of the National Lampoon Christmas movie, where that sweet old aunt mindlessly wrapped the cat in a festive box as a gift. She even included his kibble, as well. I think the kibble made its way into a Jello mold, or something.
Thank goodness the postman in your story was alert!
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Check out this adorable penguin! The entire slide show is great…
http://news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/sc/080306penguins/im:/061110/ids_photos_wl/r1560750179.jpg
Ooops, my comment about the Christmas movie was meant for Dee. I hit “reply” on her post, Lucy, wha’ hoppen??
Kittenmaster: I don’t believe the “Reply to this comment” is working for many of us.
Hi Dee… not sure what to say - it appears to work OK for me.
Well sure you are the Master we are mere peons! I had trouble yesterday replying it would attach itself to someone elses comment.
For what it’s worth, my errant reply earlier today occurred after my post was intercepted by the ID number verification page. I had never gotten the verification page before when posting here. I wonder if that had something to do with it?:-/
What a cute kitten, very distinguished
Great article at the following blog. A man writing about his “Thanksgiving cat”.
http://www.suite101.com/article.cfm/caring_soul/104934/1
Hi Dee! I just read the story of the Thanksgiving Cat. That was sweet. I may try to look up the first story and read it too, when I have a little more time. How are you? I haven’t seen you on here for awhile. I tried to post a reply yesterday afternoon, but to no avail. The “Reply to this comment” has been cutting me out half the time and calling me spam!
Hey, Renee! I didn’t post for a few days. I posted the second article first (whoops). They are both really good. Click on “Thanksgiving Cat” in the article, and you can read the first part.
Thanks Dee. I seen that in the article, where I could hit the first story and read it. Just short on time today.
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VERY SWEET STORY….
Church Dog
By Evelyn Olson
Sunday mornings are a leisurely time in many households, but they certainly weren’t in our Ogilvie, Minnesota home back in the late 1920s.
Church services began at nine-thirty in the morning. Mother was the organist, so she had to be there early. That meant all of us kids had to be washed and dressed with our hair neatly combed by the time mother left the house.
As you’d expect, there was a lot of hurrying around to make sure everyone was ready on time. That was trouble enough, but one day we had another problem on our hands - our dog, Brownie.
Every morning, Brownie was let out by the first person who got up. When we called him back in, he’d usually come running right away . . . but not on this particular Sunday.
We called and coaxed for as long as we could, but Brownie was simply nowhere to be found. Unable to locate our disappearing dog, we gave up in despair and headed off to church, leaving Brownie outdoors somewhere.
We arrived at church and got settled in, with Mother at the organ. After some hymns and prayers, the minister began his sermon. We kids tried to sit still, just as we had been told to do, and not fidget. But as the preacher began to warm to his subject, I thought I heard something unusual. No one else seemed to hear it though. But then it came again, louder. It sounded like something was scratching at the church door. We kids all exchanged silent glances and stifled our giggles. Then the scratching sound was followed by the plaintive sound of a lonely dog howling. All the grown-ups pretended not to hear anything, leaning forward in their pews so they could hear every word of the minister’s oration. But we kids knew that howl. Only one dog in the neighborhood made that sound.
The wailing continued and the minister paused for a moment, furrowing his brow in frustration. He didn’t want to have to compete with a howling hound, so he signaled to the usher to open the door and shoo the dog away. But the usher was not quick enough for Brownie. As soon as he opened the door, in bounded our dog with a smug look on his face! He strolled up the aisle, cool as you please, as congregation and minister looked on aghast. When Brownie got to where Mother sat at the organ, he just plopped down and sat quietly. A murmur went around the church and there were some smiles and nodding of heads. The minister, determined to ignore this unusual canine caper, resumed his sermon.
The following Sunday happened to be one of those rare Sundays when we didn’t go to the morning service. However, no one had informed Brownie of the change in our schedule. After we attended the evening service, we heard the story: In the morning, Brownie had made a commotion at the church door until once again he was let in. Again, he sauntered down the aisle until he reached the organist, who was about to begin playing. Brownie stood stock-still for a moment, staring at the female organist. Then, when he had determined to his satisfaction that she was definitely not Mother, he returned to the church door and made it clear that he was not interested in attending this particular service.
There were many Sundays when Brownie repeated his demonstrations of religious piety and family loyalty. As you can imagine, this was quite embarrassing for Mother. There were some people who weren’t all that happy to see a dog in church. And each time we got a new preacher, Mother had to explain our unusual dog to him. Since Brownie lived to be nineteen years old, quite a few preachers got used to having that little brown dog interrupt their Sunday services.
Shortly after Brownie passed away, our minister came to call. After consoling us over our loss, he said, “If there is a heaven for dogs, you can be assured Brownie will be scratching at the door - and when it is opened, he will be given a place right up front with the best of them.”
What a perfect lady Charlie is! I wish I could pull of that much grace just sitting there! I’ve seen harliquin cats before but never a gray, how special she is.
Here is something I find cute, every time I read it. It is a poem.
A Kitten’s Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep
The king-sized bed is soft and deep.
I sleep right in the center groove
My human can’t hardly move.
I’ve trapped her legs, she’s tucked in tight
And here is where I pass the night
No one disturbs me or dares intrude
Till morning comes and I want food.
I sneak up slowly and begin
To nibble on my human’s chin.
She wakes up quickly,
I have sharp teeth.
For the morning is here and it’s time to play
I always seem to get my way.
So thank you Lord for giving me
This human person that I can see.
The one who hugs me and holds me tight
And sacrifices her bed for me at night!!
I just wanted to share this with everyone. Some of you may have already seen it before.
I love it! Thank you for sharing it. My cat comes and wakes me up by kneading on my chest or my belly to let me know he wants to be fed or wants attention.
At 7 years old, Mittens still says this prayer before bedtime.
Renee-Sorry I didn’t help with your question the other day. I’m glad Andy was able to help you with double spacing. You have put your lesson to good use. Thank you for sharing your cat-isims. Loved ‘em all.
Teresa, thanks for trying anyway. We all put our heads together and we can figure it out! My husband would’ve figured it out eventually but he hasn’t had the time to mess with the computer. His work place has him working double shifts! YUCK! I’m glad you liked the poem. I have a few cats who like to make biscuits(kneading your lap). Now, I can add another to that list. I have a 6 yr. old grey tabby, who never really liked alot of attention. Then, one day decided that he liked his daily head scratches, jumped up on the park bench with me and did a little dance when I scratched his head. Then, he got into my lap and made biscuits! Boy, was I surprised and HAPPY ! Now, he’s a little love monkey, wanting in my lap all the time. I guess it’s never too late to change.
CharlieGirl, she is so precious. She looks like a cute picture post card. So poised and regal.
aww!!! i love her little collar with the little bell on it!
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TOP 10 SIGNS YOUR CAT IS OVERWEIGHT
1. Fifteen month gestation period, and still no kittens.
2. No longer cleans itself unless coated in Cheese Whiz.
3. Cat door so large it needs a garage door opener
4. Waits for the third bowl of food to get finicky.
5. Only catches mice that get trapped in its gravitational pull.
6. Enormous belly keeps your hardwood floors freshly buffed.
7. Has more chins than lives
8. Always lands on her spleen.
9. Fewer calls to the fire department, but a sudden upsurge in broken branches
10.Confused guests constantly mistaking her for beanbag chair.
One of the Charlie’s angels!!
She looks lovely. It’s so sad that people don’t like kitties and treat them as they were something useless or liveless. I don’t get why they don’t see they are alive too, that they feel and give as much as we do. Maybe they don’t understand everything, but my kitties love me, because they are with me and they play and trust me. Well, I guess we can’t make everybody accept the goods in life. Their loss. Its good that you got her, as I did with mine. Imagine all the things she could have pass if you didn’t. Its horrible
But stop that talk, lets joy with the beautifulness of your beloved Charlie
Kisses! =*
G.M. Sorel
This link is great—a hummingbird nest—beautiful photos (click on “next page” to see all pics…)
http://community-2.webtv.net/Velpics/HUM/
Wow Dee! I just checked out those hummingbird pictures. They were great. I’ve never seen a hummer’s nest before. My elderly neighbor told me about her finding one when she was much younger. She said, the nest was about the size of a walnut! She was in her eighties when she told me this. She has since passed. She was a sweet lady and I enjoyed her company.
This is too great!
AARRGGHH! How do these things go unnoticed for so long?!
http://www.970wfla.com/cc-common/news/sections/newsarticle.html?feed=124415&article=1521411
Yep there is a big difference in those like Brandi Lee who treasure, care for and vet a large household full of fuzzbutts and those who “collect” animals with no resources or ability to properly care for them. As to why the go unnoticed is because often things get lost in the system and people don’t want to make waves. I had a friend that repeatedly reported a neighbor who was an alleged breeder and was not properly caring for her cats and it was 5 years before any sort of law enforcement would get involved. The lady would talk a good game to get the condo association to not call the police, but when the police finally showed up with a search warrent they found the cats in pitiful conditions…overcrowded unsanitary cages and females than had born so many litters their little bodies were worn out. Dozens of cats in a small two bedroom condo. It was so sad and sadder still that it went on for so long.
Ppearson,
3 of my Little darlings have just been nuetered today !!!
thank you !! I have actually altered my work schedule to be a stay at home fuzz mom……..
Hey every piece of clothing I own is covered in fur, I dont care
Unfortunately these collectors have mental and/or emotional problems. They don’t realize the animals are suffering. These people can’t properly take care of themselves. Law enforcement and social services are understaffed and underfunded. It takes a crisis before anything is done. It is very fustrating for those of us who are interested in the well being of our furry friends. We can support legislation in favor of animal welfare and the ASPCA. Ok, time to take a deep breath. Don’t mean to make excuses or ramble on. These stories just get me so upset. Just my 2 cent opinion.
Keep lovin’ the precious little fuzzbutts!!
CharlieGirl looks like a polydactyl - she has great feet!
The collar is bigger than the kitten!
Anyone heard from Chester? And Ben hasn’t been around for ages.
Chester is living down in FL. He was in the hospital but is out again but still needs our prayers. So please put him on your prayer lists thank you.
Lovely Miss CharileGirl. She is sooo cute with her little grey moustache. Bless you for saving this sweet little girl and giving her a forever home. She looks very GQ with her confident pose and pink leopard print collar and golden bell.
Have a great day TDKers!
How sweet is she?! I know a male cat named Charlie with the same kind of nose…
No outfit is complete without cat hair!
What a cute pose, she’s a little kitty model. Adorable!
Very regal looking. Please show me the proper respect is what she seems to be thinking.
I have to agree 100%! I LOVE her eyes! They are just mesmerizing. She sits like she is royalty.
Goodness Charlie girl that collar looks way to big for you. But I suppose you will grow into it. Looks like it would be heavy and a nuisence. You sure are a cutie. Yes, you do look like royalty the way you are posing.
She has more like a Hitler moustache. She’s a pretty princess though!
She’s cute, but looks like she has a mischiveous look about her.
hey all! My mom sent me the link to this site because we both love kitties. I have been fortunate to have 2 of the most amazing cats in my life to love, and have 3 to snuggle with now. I just wanted to comment that I had a charlie, too, and there will never be another cat like him. You blessed yours with that name!
Charlie is GORGEOUS!
CharlieGirl is sitting there so gracious. She is pretty as a picture!
i love the kitten it is just to cute
She’s cute and I like the name it really fits her.
I hope he’ll be all right
PERFECTO MUNDO! SHE IS GORGEOUS GREAT PIC!!
dos she like the coller
credit counseling…
good….
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