My cat with the horrible name.
My sister's fault.
She named him, then moved.
He somehow became mine. Not my choice. He just picked me. Not a hard choice.
I let him sleep in my bed, I indulge him when he's feeling very needy, I talk back to him and play with him and pet him when my hands are otherwise idle.
My reward is him drooling on me in the wee hours. and a little bit of warmth in an otherwise cold bed.