This is Graham, the best cat known to mankind. He is a giant, screaming ball of dander and fur, and I would be lost without him.

When I adopted him, he was an addition to my then-girlfriend’s two cats who spent the majority of their 8ish years together. He was always sort of mine and they were hers, making separation easy after, well, separation. With two other cats, he was a tiny bit crazy, very standoffish and aloof, and content to occasionally terrorize the type-A cat.

One day, though, he looked around, and they were all gone. No her. No them. Just me. He had no way of knowing the day the cats left was also the day I was supposed to get married, making me especially grateful that Mr. Cool was suddenly Mr. Clingy.

He changed after that day, mostly for the better. He has slept at my feet for at least part of the night ever since then. Every night. Before, he would only cuddle up when he was cold. Now, it’s like he wants to assure himself that I’m still there.

He also plays fetch and gets the excited vibrating tail, habits he picked up from his fur brothers from other mothers. He only jumps up on people he knows well — currently only Chris and me — and runs and hides when there are loud noises. Or a lot of people. Or a few people. Or just one person who happens to be a guy with a deep voice.

Anyway, you’ll be hearing about him a lot because lesbians treat their pets like children, and he’s mine.

Also, sometimes we do this, and he has yet to attack us for it. So, like I said, best cat ever.