Charlie and George are 6
That’s it, really. Six years ago yesterday they were born as part of a litter of six somewhere in Yakima. They were the only two to survive—and even then it was a near-run thing. The came to us 13 or 14 weeks later. In our cat-friendly neighbourhood they are the Yakima Crew; up the street live their frenemies, the Nirvana Boys (Kurt, Chris, and Dave—all gingers), then there’s Eros (the most ridiculously froofy long-haired blue-eyed Burmese) and the Tabby Pimpernel (we don’t know where he lives; we don’t know what s/he’s called).
George, Biggest and Most Handsome, and International Cat of Mystery—he can appear and disappear as if from thin air—does not like another cat being in any way mysterious; he does not care for the Tabby Pimpernel. Charlie, Best and Brightest, and Demon Beastie, wants to investigate, play with, fight, or just irritate everyone and everything. He’s the bright spark of our lives, always busy, always curious. Here are two recent photos.
They bring us much joy. They seem to tolerate us with relative benevolence. We’re hopeful this state of affairs will continue for many years.
