Charcoal is my soul, one of my first cats to become mine. He had a previous owner who took him off the streets as a kitten and took care of him, unfortunately they didn't neuter him and he ended up being a dad of (at least) two sets of litters, when he was about 4 yo.

When he became mine, he helped me rescue his mate Sasha (5 months old at the time).

I suffer from severe chronic migraines and when they hit, Charcoal is the only cat who will come and rest with me.

When my mum was alive, she had Parkinson's Disease, he used to help out if she'd have a fall (call out loudly) or he'd be really careful with her.
He grieved with us when she passed away, by looking for her, sleeping on her side of the bed, etc.

He's the oldest of my cats, been the only male feline for a long while. He's great with the younger ones, loves to play tag and with toys.

He's very sweet, not once has he bitten or scratched me. He's also very intelligent and has his funny 'human' moments. Whether it's trying to speak with human words, (mingaan-chicken, he can almost say my name too) he's had temper tantrums like a teen does, honestly there's a variety of stories about him that I'll thankfully remember.