My brother likes to eat my clothes.

My brother likes to snuggle.

My brother likes to sit in the bathroom and scream himself hoarse.

My brother owns, for he is an 18-year-old cat. Hell yeah. This was taken in mid December when he was sitting on my bed and sitting still-- For once. Reminds me of when I was about 9 and I came home to find his sister sleeping under a bush and him sitting a few feet away like a protector of sorts.

At the time it reminded me of a lion and his lioness. Stupid, I know.

With about a year later (Can't remember when, exactly), Sid died, leaving Bobby to fend for himself; he doesn't know how to groom himself, because he groomed Sid and Sid groomed him. But here we are, almost 6 years later and he's still with us.

Image, Bobart (c) Moi