I'm Charlie. In this wild and undisciplined household I feel it's my duty to be a cool and calm influence. I maintain the highest standards in grooming and I'm always perfectly turned out. My fur is rather special. It's very short and very silky and this shows of my muscles nicely. The humans call me the Lycra cat! Naturally I keep myself in trim so that I look like a leopard as I walk, all my muscles rippling. I also have glitter in my coat. For those of you who aren't so lucky and don't know what glitter is, I have gold (yes metallic gold) hairs in my coat that catch the light and glitter beautifully.
The gardens are my province where I am quietly establishing my territory amongst the other lesser cats that live in the street. I spend a lot of time here patrolling my territory and flexing my muscles. There are some wonderful spots to sleep in the sun. I don't hunt, it's beneath my dignity.
Anyone who mentions my problems with that black tom Alan are lying! I am NOT scared of him. I just fell off the wall when he walked up to me, I was not pushed off when he hit me! It just seemed that way from the house that's all!
And any discussion of the amount of time it took me to learn to jump up the wall to the cat flap in the window are grossly exaggerated. I was merely trying to find a stylish way to do it, that's all.
And I'm not scared of Cassie either.