So, why all the Charlie talk? After a couple years of being worn down by my sister and other cat-loving friends, I finally broke down and adopted a cat yesterday. His name is Charlie, and we found each other at the Maryland SPCA out on Falls Road in Hampden. He had turned up in somebody's yard down on Ostend Street near M&T Bank Stadium late last month. When nobody claimed him, he was taken to the shelter two Fridays ago. He's three years old and perfectly healthy, aside from an upper respiratory infection that has given him the sneezes. He also adapted to his new home very quickly, and seems kind of quiet and mild-mannered. Needless to say, he has been a great fit for a first-time pet owner such as myself. I had assumed that I would want to rename whichever cat I adopted, but once I met Charlie, his name just seemed to suit him somehow. He's been sitting here watching baseball with me for the past few hours, though I suspect he's not paying close attention.