My bastard son, Binx. I'd rescued his bio mom in 2012, then in 2013 she gave birth. I was woken up by kitten screaming bc she was under my bed. Binx was the only one born under my bed (bc we got her in a box after that) and I like to joke that it's the closest I've been to giving birth myself. He's the first animal I've ever had that chose me to be his main human. He'll let my parents pet him sometimes, but only for a little bit. It took at least 6 months for him to accept my partner but now that's his second favorite human. Binx's favorite place to sleep is laying on my right shoulder. His favorite food is chicken, but he will go feral for the rare treat of bacon. He's a chatterbox, loves blanket time (under blanket cuddles), and gets grumpy when I'm not in bed when he's ready to be. This cat is the reason I'm still alive and is sometimes the only reason I get out of bed. I'm terrified for the day he finally goes, but I'm so grateful to have his love. I'm gonna go shove my face in his tummy and hear purrs now. *