We get so many questions that we decided to write down the story of Charlie. This way every one gets the same story, and saves us time.
Some of our Summer help tended to exagerate the details and magnify their own importance in this cat tale. Nowadays, none of the regulars call this Musicland anymore. It's Charlie's Place. Like that old Beatle song, "She called herself Lil, Her name was McGill, but everyone knew her as Nancy." That was Rocky Racoon. It's on the White Album.
About mid-June 1995, Elke found a five week old kitten stuffed in a newspaper rack in front of Ralph's Market-took her 35 cents to get it out.
Elke lives at the Hotel and maintains an interest in the affairs and well-being of cats. Silver with black stripes and a big black M on the forehead, we knew Musicland Hotel was foredestined for this one. (the cat, not Elke, who is tall and blonde).
Charlie now has a fan club: Heidi fron Los Angeles brought her six cans of assorted cat food ten days ago, and Bryan from Anaconda (up in Montana where the rich copper veins were found) sent kitty treats and chocolates from JoNae's for the Hotel staff the day after. Mighty fancy chocolates at that.
Shawn stayed here a week in August visiting the Kelley's of Palm Springs, who themselves were on vacation in Montana but returned for her Mother's birthday... and then went right back up to Montana. They're known travelers. Charlie gobbles up all treats provided, but Miss Billie is watching her sweets, so Phil got the chocolates from "JoNae's" up in Montana. (He lived near Montana in North Idaho for a long time. He thinks that maybe JoNae isn't a Montana native.) Elke said that figured.
Now you can always know what is happening at The Musicland Hotel. This will be updated periodically, so you can keep up on what happens at the Musicland, when you are not staying with us.