What happens when you let a cat in your house: a tribute to Charlie

Charlie was our downstairs neighbor's cat. He was extremely loving and very patient with Lacey. He was only a couple years old at most, but he passed away from a heart attack (caused by congenital defects) a few days ago. We are very sad about this, especially because Lacey loved him so much. She asks to go play with him sometimes, and it's hard to have to say, "No, Charlie is all gone."

A few weeks ago, our neighbors went out of town and asked us to take care of the cats for them. Charlie got to the point after a few days that he would come to our door to ask for food or company. So, we'd let him in and he'd wander around and try to avoid Lacey for the most part. But this is really what happens when you let a cat in your house (keep in mind that Phil and I are both "cat" people):

First, he'll take over your spot on the couch. Phil was sitting there previous to Charlie's entering.

Then he'll take over your pillow. Possibly (probably) your whole bed.

Then he'll take over your wife. That was a snuggly cat. 

And then undoubtedly continue to take over your entire house, and eventually your life. But this cat was so snuggly and nice that you wouldn't even notice.

We'll miss you, Charlie! See you on the other side!