Charlie says...

When Charlie first started hanging around, he wasn't yet Charlie. Well, he might've been, but I didn't know it. He was just this poor little mangey creature with a runny eye and matted, dirty fur. Once he'd worked up the courage not to run as soon as I looked at him, he'd 'talk' to me in these garbled, mangled miaows - do you remember the adverts from the 70s where Charley the ginger cat would warn the little boy about the dangers of anything from matches to going off somewhere without telling your mummy first? Well despite not being ginger, that's how Charlie sounded.

This is his less cute "stop kicking me off your lap, I'm trying to get f#&%?@g comfortable" look...

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