Powys Animal Rehome have plenty of cats looking for responsible owners who will answer to every beck and call. Writing this advertisement I myself took a risk and adopted a Birman cat called Charlie. Butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth lying there looking so cute and innocent.

 

However, it is amazing how we can get these things so wrong. Upon moving in my home, not only did Charlie become the 'New Kid on the Block', by beating-up and terrorising every neighbouring cat, he took over my house and kicked me out of my own king size bed.

 

That's not forgetting the 100+ mice he brought in for me alive everynight and demonstrated how to hunt and kill every one of them. The number of mice I had to rescue, SHOCKING!!

 

The rescue centre did mention that he's been brought back twice. “How strange, I wonder why?” i said. I can certainly see why now. Oh dear!! - I'm not selling this adoption stuff very well.

 

Sadly, not so long ago, Charlie did pass away of old age. God knows how I did not end up going before him. He certainly kept me on my toes (day and night) 24/7 for 11 years. It is weird now that he's finally passed away. I must admit, the house feels so empty, so lonely and so boring!

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People told me that I must have been CRAZY to adopt a cat like that. I thought to myself "yeah...tell me about it!". At least I don't have to go out in the middle of the night anymore, half naked, holding a welly in my hand with a mouse in it. Not sure how I would have explained that one to the Police. If there really was such a cat called Garfield, Charlie was it.

 

Looking back at it all now, despite the whole stupidity, absurdity and mischievousness Charlie got up to, and purposely got me involved in, with everything that went on; adopting Charlie into our home was probably the best decision I have ever made.

 

He gave me so much meaning and purpose in life and taught me one thing only - that I truly am an 'idiot!'

 

RIP Charlie - What a legend!