All other animals and humans alike stop dead in their tracks and laugh at my funny mustache. At the cat show the other day, where I was caged next to the mighty big Siamese show cat of all felines - California's Grand Master Champion - spectators galore crowded to greet me.

People gloated and smiled long as I licked up their wondrous comments and loveable hugs. But not a squeak did they ever emit to that Grand Master beside me. Yes, it had trophies and winner's certificates to display, but I had none to show off my stuff.

Then, I soon realized a dream. The American Cat Association which hosted the show, bestowed upon me first class ribbons for color and class. Later, on stage, judges awarded handsome rosettes for winning from fourth to tenth places among some 120 showcat contestants.

"A Star Is Born", said the Glendale News-Press. "Chaplin cat takes over local cat show", said the Daily News reporter. I was exhilarated. 

The Glendale Humane Society from whence I came also got excited about my welfare. I don't wish to return there, but if you ever spot my face around town, send me back to the address you'll find on my name tag - that's my home. -- Charlie.