I really try not to have favorites among the group, but I suppose that is unrealistic. Charlie has endeared himself to me from the beginning. He was so weak and almost lifeless when he arrived here, and now he is this spitfire of energy who loves my lap and loves life.

His latest trick is to curl up in my lap when I am typing. Not a big deal, many of the cats and kittens do this. But he lays when his head on my keyboard and chases my fingers. Makes for some interesting typos, let me tell you. He doesn’t use his claws, but he paws my fingers as if to say “Hey Mom, can’t you type any faster?” He is still so small though, and by all estimations he should be around 6 months old, and he should be at least 6 pounds but he is holding steady at 4. Mike made the comment last night that he and Panic would throw some beautiful kittens. I told him to bite his tongue! Charlie’s neuter is just weeks away, and Panic although just as small as Charlie, should be entering her first heat cycle any day now. If that happens, the girls will go into one room, the boys into another.