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Notes On Charlie - May 9
Charlie's favorite thing in the world is having his belly rubbed, and he'll walk over to me and just kind of tip sideways into me to show me his belly and that it needs to be scratched. If that doesn't work, he'll wrap his paws around my hand and drag it under his body. Subtle.
Notes On Charlie - May 6
Charlie’s growing fast, yet he's still so tiny - he fits in my cupped hands. His little body is still a baby body - he waddles around and from above he looks like an eggplant.
His temperament is incredible. He is so gentle, so sweet. He still sleeps with me but I put him between the covers and the sheet because his little claws are sharp as talons on bare skin.
Charlie is definitely not a dog - he has no interest in rawhide bones or chew sticks, preferring deer antlers to gnaw on. He plays with Eli’s toy mice and has a penchant for socks. Already he knows the difference between toys and my body - whenever we play or tussle, he never ever clamps down on me.
Notes On Charlie - May 1
The cat is tolerant but not pleased. Charlie is only a quarter the size of Eli and can hardly even walk - it's more like tottering - but the first time Eli caught the scent of coyote he froze, and his eyes dilated immediately and he hid behind the woodstove.
It’s gotten better, and Eli now sleeps on the bed when Charlie is in the bed, too. But Eli will not let the coyote touch him - he hisses and runs away. Seriously ingrained instincts.
Notes On Charlie - April 26
Charlie is such a lover - he curls up on my lap and licks my face and I melt from the awe of it all. It takes enormous amounts of discipline to get any work done - when he's awake, I want to play with him, and when he's sleeping, I just want to gaze at him.
His first night with me, I made a nest in a box for him next to my bed. He whined and cried all night and I got no sleep whatsoever. The next night, Charlie began to whimper and I scooped him out of the box and put him in bed with me up against my body. Again, I didn’t sleep a wink, I was so afraid of rolling on him. But Charlie slept soundly through the night, and has spent every night since curled up in the crook of my neck.
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