Kevin is no more......

Now, before you get crazy and wild ideas in your head, such as 'the kitten got smashed underneath a car tire', or 'Jacko Bean sat on the kitten and squashed him to death', let me explain. :) Kevin the Kitten is no more, because, Charlie the Kitten is. Kevin was a disliked and hated name by all but me it seemed; for a cat that is, not a person. Soooo......after flinging various names into the air, I decided upon Charlemagne (Charlie). Pretty clever, huh?! (don't answer, that was a rhetorical question)! He is the darnest, cutest thing ever!!!!!!! And I've been talking (or rather IM'ing) the ears off of my friends about my little, cute Charlie! He is a complete rascal, seeming to always be everywhere at once, and getting into things. He loves people, and being in their laps, and HATES, absolutely HATES, being locked up! But, tough luck, little guy! Another thing about Charlie is that he is a lean, mean, purring machine! He only stops purring when he's locked up, or the dog comes to close, it seems. He's full of pep and energy and LOVES climbing, and I mean LOVES! Jumping is also something he seems to love! And chicken! But anyways.........the point of this post was simply to say that the kitten, my kitten, has a new name, and is no longer 'Kevin'. (By the way, this guy's claws are sharp. I have the proof all over my arms and hands, as well has my side, stomach, neck, and to a lesser degree, legs)!