Charles Has a Crazy Doppleganger

It is a mark of his extraordinariness as a cat that Charles has managed to bring into orbit his crazy doppleganger. I imagine that everyone has a demented duplicate in the world, an insane version of themselves operating at a distance, counterbalancing the influence of the socially viable person. Tragically, some people are their own crazy dopplegangers, a fact so terrifying to contemplate that if it were to come to consciousness, the person would likely suicide in a very ugly manner. For this reason, there are forces in the universe whose sole purpose is to keep these people separated, and people who employ themselves secreting crazy people away to distant locales. Well, Charles' deranged clone lives down the street. If you were to see this cat, you would not doubt me for an instant. They have exactly the same physique and fur, the same way of holding and carrying themselves, the same lonely gaze. Except that where Charles enacts his incredible stubbornness by refusing to move a muscle even when subjected to my violent attacks, this other other cat exerts his obstinacy by sitting out in the middle of the road, ignoring traffic. Where Charles sprints cutely back and forth across the apartment, this other cat weaves drunkly through hedges and crawls into culverts. Every time I run into this tangled and windswept Charles, I gag on my heart a few seconds, breathlessly wondering what happened to my irascible feline companion. The two seem to know each, though I don't know if they've brought themselves to interact. Every time I see them together, they are staring at each other from a distance, unable to approach yet unable to depart. I'm sure it's very confusing for the real Charles, and I'm sure most things are confusing for mad Charles. Sadly, I can have no input into this; it is a trial of the Charles', and only they can decide what it will mean.