In loving memory of my cat Charles, who had a small head and a long tail, flexible shoulders like a flying squirrel, and two different-colored eyes. He slept on my pillow every night and bit my head every morning when he wanted food. I carried him in my sweatshirt as a kitten, and he folded his head into the crook of my neck as an adult. He was my perfect cat, and I was his person; I will forever miss his snuggles.