Bon Voyage, Charles!

I have some terrible news: Charles is leaving us.

It’s true. He’s in the process of packing his many, Many, MANY bags and boxes and satchels and purses and totes and pathetic, little stick ‘n’ bindles (which he carries around strictly to elicit emotional responses from witnesses…Awwww!) — seriously, he has so much stuff, guys. You have no idea. His mom had to rent a 26′ moving van specifically for Charles’ very important beauty supplies!

Yep, Charles is a ridiculous, certifiable diva. And rightly so!

We will miss his bizarre face that makes no good biological sense. We will miss trying to figure out how his jaws are capable of chewing kibble and treats. We will miss watching as he attacks and murders his stuffed mousies and birdies with incomprehensible precision and skill. We will miss the strange noises he makes as he rolls upon his blankets and snuggles in his beds. We will miss being an audience for the emergency back-scratching sessions he prefers to perform in the middle of the damned street; or as he calls them, his “roadkill impressions.” We will miss his glorious pom-pom tail. And, most importantly, we will miss his intoxicating beauty and sweetness.

Farewell, Charles Boy. We love you!

The good news: You can follow Charles — ahem, I mean SIR PRINCE Charles — on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sirprincecharles/