Sad news. Poor Charles had to leave us this afternoon. We estimate he was at least 19 or 20, good run for a street cat - saved from kids trying to light him with gasoline, trapped under steps, riding on the roof of a car down Magazine to Napoleon and many other awesome adventures. First king of Endymeow! He was staying with his Uncle Bob Rintz, cataholic, who felt he was not doing well, so brought him in to see his old friend Dr. Mark. Enough said. It was time. Don't tell Maximus, he'd be very upset.