My name is Cal, and I live with my cat Titch. I'm 25 and he's 4. I live alone except for Titch, and he's a real companion to me. He loves to lay on my lap and he's very affectionate.
I named him Titch because when he was a kitten he was really really tiny, I could hold him in the palm of my hand, and when we went to bed he would come under the covers and suckle on my little finger to get himself off to sleep.
When I got Titch as a kitten my sister and I had another cat called Chester, and they got on really well, they used to play together and dominate the beds together, but unfortunately when I moved out my sister couldn't cope with Chester so we sent him up to our older sister who has a lot of land and plenty of space, but she left the cat flap open by mistake on the second day he was there and he dissapeared, I still hold out the hope that he found a new home, my older sister however thinks he was killed by a fox but I refuse to believe that.
Titch is a unique cat, he has had a deformed tail ever since birth, its like 2 or 3 of the joints are fused together and the tail forms a curl, which he usually wraps around my wrist when I'm fussing him, which is why I call him my little monkey. My family always say stuff like "Trust you to find the faulty one" but I think that it just adds to his sweetness, and character, I wouldn't change him one bit
As for me I love to read, write, and watch movies (usually with Titch not too far away) I also like to dabble in a bit of photography (and you guessed it Titch is my model)
And before I go here is a picture of the man himself...