I believe the most famous rumor that his name is Charles Mulholland, and when I adopted this stray cat off the street last month, she just struck me as a Chuckie. Gender is pretty much irrelevant to me when naming things, and so that was that.
Anyhow, I'd had her for a couple of weeks and she was getting on with Felix and Penny, my other two (female) kittens quite well. I went out of town the other day for a four-day seminar in Kochani. I'd arranged for my friend Nikola to come to my apartment in my absence and feed the kitties. My last night at the seminar, I received a call on my mobile from where else but my own apartment!
It was Nikola, telling me one of the kittens was gone. I told him not to worry because I was sure she was probably hiding behind the refrigerator. (The only rooms the cats had opportunity to go in were the kitchen and dining room, which has a door to the small square balcony where the litter box is.) When I returned home the other day, much to my dismay, no Chuckie.
I looked in the bushes below the building, asked people downstairs in the post office, and searched on the street where I'd originally found her amongst her siblings, but no Chuckie. I feel bad, and I wonder if she even survived the fall. She wasn't a dumb cat, and I can't imagine her poking her little kitten body through the slats enough to actually lose her balance and fall to the roof of the post below. I have still been looking every time I am outside, as this is not a large village. But still no luck. I hope wherever she is, she's ready for the snow, because winter is coming soon to Pehcevo and it's gonna be a cold one.