Charlie is a cat who moved in with me and my wife, Brenda, in February of 2014. He’s a little shy but this beast will lie down beside me and Brenda, or me or Brenda, anytime we are lying down on our queen size memory foam mattress when either or both of us feel troubled or under the weather in any way. He is a support animal. This good natured friend is a bit of a beast (in size that is) and he’s not a fan of other cats, or dogs for that matter. We try and get him to behave himself but this ruffian has been known to come home a bit worse for the wear because of his shenanigans. As I was saying, he is a bit of a beast for a cat and often he is not a fan of being inside. He is greyish with hints of brown coating from the top of his head down and over his shoulders or haunches or whatever you call them and his ribs and his sides and the tops of his legs and over his tail. He has a black line running down the middle of his back and his tail with a few black rings at the end of his tail. He has black sort of partial tiger stripes interspersed throughout the mentioned parts, and this fine chap has white paws, a white belly, a white under chin, and white cheeks. We think this 10 year old cat as our baby.
One day I was out on my porch watching Charlie sitting attentively on the middle of our small lawn looking up at the sky. So I looked up and saw a huge bald eagle circling above perhaps 70 feet overhead in bold blue summer sky. Charlie wouldn’t stop looking.
All of a sudden the eagle dove from the sky. Quick as a second the eagle clutched Charlie from the soft green grass. My God! Why didn’t he run. In an instant this great bird was 50 feet overhead. My God!
At that split second the eagle let out a screech about 60 feet in the air. Charlie was falling out of its’ grip and the eagle was soaring clumsily away. Screeching a screech like I had never heard before. Charlie crashed to the grass with a bit of a thud about 15 feet away from me. My God! I ran to him. “Charlie!”
Charlie pounced to his feet. My God he’s alive! I looked in shock. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Charlie had an eagle foot in his mouth. He spit it out and smiled. This is the Legend of Charlie. Believe it or not.
I just needed a break tonight and felt like writing a story.
