Charlie just joined our family 3 weeks ago. He was cowering in the grass on the side of the road one night, and when I stopped and opened the door, he came bounding across the road and jumped on my lap. I put an ad in the paper and no one has claimed him yet, so he's ours. I named him Charlie because I think he looks like Charlie Chaplin. My husband wanted to name him "Mein Fuhrer". He's a really goofy cat and a total ham; he sleeps in the sink and on the kitchen cabinets. He loses all 15 of his toy mice underneath the pantry door every night, and loves to wrestle with Shadow. He's really sweet and cuddly and goes limp when you pick him up. He's already neutered and declawed, so he's a perfect fit.