He reminds me of my cat, Sasha who happens to be a blue Russian.

Ooooh...! Blue Russians are quite striking in their coat color. I used to draw a Chakat character named "Midnight" who I believe was a "Raven Black," but that was many, many years ago.

Does Charley claim all the new blankets you buy? >w>

You betcha, and of course any clothing, papers and artwork I place on HIS bed.

mhhh never had him lay on paper, but he loves my Harrington Jacket, especially the cotton-made inlay. xD

He looks very cool;

Of the two "House Panthers," Charley is the most laid back and gentler cat as compared to his brother. "Sammy" is destructive, yowls at any given time, and likes to claw on the door at like 3:30 in the morning, or whenever his urges for food or attention strike him.

Ah, they do get like that. I try to anticipate everything the Goddess of Destruction might want for 8 hours before I go to sleep, in an attempt to head that off.

Oh gosh, I love Bombay cats!!
They are so sweet!

Ohhh Goodness Gracious! All of this time I was not knowing of these cats being from Bombay. Charley here does have the wide head characteristic off the breed. All I know was that he was a "Rescue" from an all black cat shelter. A very lucky black cat indeed.

I'm not sure if they're from there, but I know that's the breed.
My old boyfriend had one who looked a lot like yours. She was super sweet, loved to be near, if not on people.
I remember one time she decided my rear was a good place to lay down, I guess she figured "well you're not using it"

He's a good house panther. He knows what he likes (boxes) and is not afraid to claim them!

It's always been a mystery to me why cats love boxes, Many years ago I found my big, 14 pound Siamese mixed breed "Snuffy" sitting contentedly with his front paws in a match box. From what I've read the cats have a "Denning" Instinct, and being in a place where they can feel a wall against their sides or back, it makes them feel secure.

I think the hunting instincts also come into play, too -- they like boxes because they provide good cover to launch an ambush from.

Looks like my Sebastian. He was a big boned 15 pounds. More timid than most cats, but was very sweet and attention seeking. He lived January 5 1992 to December 5 2011 (was either a brain tumor or a stroke) and just a couple of hours after I buried him, that winter's first snow fell

Awwww... What a touching story about a sweet cat. I really can't think of any way to express my feelings towards your loss at this time, but I was reminded of a Gardening book called "Tigger's Apples" where a family lost their big cat "Tigger" and buried his remains under an apple tree. The next Spring the tree produced an abundance of apples. Kind of a last "Gift" from the deceased cat.

Thank you, that's a nice story too