Some how my middle daughter Sarah (18) was able to talk her mother into letting her get a cat. Now you have to understand, I really don't like cats much at all, and now we have 3 of them here. Sarah decided to call the cat Charlie, but me I call him Uncle Chuck after my wife's dead brother. Well Uncle Chuck seems to like me a lot, he has been spending way to much time in my office here at home, doing things that kittens do like jumping from one surface to another. Using his paws to clear off my desk, it took me 30 minutes to find the remote control for the TV tonight, it was under the desk under a stack of 8x10's prints that he decided that didn't belong on the desk. Well tonight he decided that he liked to sit on my shoulder and wouldn't get off. So I grabbed on of Kodak C340 P&S and took this picture of us.