The dog stopped short and Charlie was off and between his sister and the dog. He stood straight up on two legs with his arms spread wide, his hands curved into rakes and his pure white belly making him look for an instant like some strange Celtic version of an avenging crucifix. I had never, in all the cats I had ever known, seen or even suspected anything like his attack on that large dog. He was fearless. And he ran the dog off and saved his sister.
Conversion is a powerful force.
In those few seconds I fell deeply in love, and I just don't know how to stop. If you have any information regarding Charlie's location, please click here or on the picture above and it may be worth 500 dollars. Thank you very much for reading this. The picture shows Charlie and his mom in the old Olds somewhere in Idaho.