Fluffy’s apartment
Rent-controlled, on Park Avenue, in Grandpa’s name. Hallway, living, dining and kitchen; Fluffy’s room with its walk-in wardrobe (no bathroom); Grandpa’s room with its ensuite. Nothing ever gets fixed.
Everything around the game: what the hoomans actually say, who they all are, the story so far, and the real Charlie.
The characters never say quite the same thing twice. Pick someone and see.
Every character, in full. Some of them are real (and in on it).
Fourteen levels, one very bad week for a very good dog.
The Maid arrives on the dot, speaking only Spanish, vacuuming at full volume and binning Charlie’s toys.
Pills on the floor, teeth down the toilet, potatoes on fire, and a rent-controlled lease Grandpa won’t let anyone forget.
Fluffy’s temper meter fills. Halfway: Volcano Mode.
Aunty comes over for “one drink”. The Town Drunk turns up. Luckily he has a restraining order.
The rats love the biodegradable cables in Aunty’s navy Mini Cooper. The Town Drunk has car keys.
Spy cameras in every room, and the first time Fluffy goes full Devil Mode.
The daughter is visiting. Fluffy is hiding in Aunty’s bedroom. She must not see them together.
Aunty told the Desperate Boyfriend that Puppy was sick. Three hours of her driving, and the check engine light is on.
The Town Drunk follows them in his pickup, until the police pull him over for another DUI.
Sand to dig in, waves, seagulls, and Fluffy hiding whenever a boyfriend shows up.
The real reason for the trip: a condemned house, five years on the market, a crazy seller, and Aunty’s $30,000 commission. Charlie is the only reason anyone visits.
The daughter’s welcome-back party. Fluffy wasn’t invited. Pepe the cat attacks. Fluffy takes the scratches. Nobody apologizes.
The Super, his flashlight and his violation notices. The doormen and their treat drawer.
Everyone, in the dark. Fluffy has been at Paola’s. Nobody is OK.
All of them are in Charlie’s Day, the free-roam mode.
Rent-controlled, on Park Avenue, in Grandpa’s name. Hallway, living, dining and kitchen; Fluffy’s room with its walk-in wardrobe (no bathroom); Grandpa’s room with its ensuite. Nothing ever gets fixed.
The Super’s territory. The doormen keep a treat drawer just for Charlie.
Fluffy’s building, Paola’s, Petco, Aunty’s building and the garage, all on one block. Cars stop at the crosswalks for Charlie.
A big multi-bedroom penthouse on the UES, ten minutes’ walk from Fluffy’s. Home of Pepe the cat.
Where the navy Mini Cooper lives, and the rats, and the cables they eat.
Aunty’s place on the beach, three hours away by Mini. Charlie loves the sand.
Condemned. Five years on the market. The seller won’t leave, and neither will Gary the raccoon.
The warmest restaurant crew on the Upper East Side. Fluffy orders the Pollo al Limone and a straight vodka martini.
The tuxedoed mini Aussie who started all this.
Non-negotiable.