This is Me and Charlie. I guess she's not really my little sissy because she is 12 and I'm 6...but she is technically littler than me. She used to run away at the sight of me...she's a big scaredy cat - literally. But since old man Sam passed away a few months ago, she and I have been coming right along. Mum says I haven't really helped matters by always chasing her. But here is the photographic proof that we are getting along better. (Despite the fact that she's leaning as far away from me as she can).
Mum's friend found Charlie in a storm sewer when she was just a kitten with her siblings and her momma. Mum kept Charlie because she was the only kitty that wasn't wild. She's always been very sweet, but scared of everybody but mum and a few special peeps. Charlie likes cheezits and sleeping in sun puddles. And she's learning to like me!