Robin, Keith, and I all have a very special relationship. I'm willing to bet there are people out there who think that we're totally silly for this, but, to us, Robin isn't just a cat. He's not a pet. He's family. REAL family. He's our little boy... our "baby". Robin and I have been through a lot together, starting from when I first found him, limping and homeless, to my sleeping on a homemade cot on my parents' garage floor for 2 summers in a row, because my mother was allergic to Robin, to my sneaking him off to college for a year... then to work-housing while I worked 30 minutes away from home one Fall... to finally being with Keith and I both, after we got married.
I saved him from the street, but he has saved me in more ways than I would have time to tell you right now. I often refer to him as my little guardian angel, who came to me at JUST the right time.
Robin is full of personality and zest. My mother often refers to him as "the little alien", because of some of the behavior she has observed him (from afar) taking part in. His emotions sometimes almost come across as human for a few moments. He comes to check on Keith and I if one of us is upset. He cuddles with me at night, because that happens to be both my and Robin's favorite thing to do when it's bedtime. He plays games with us... he lets us know when he needs something and what it is... and yes, sometimes he is a little bit of a brat, but I couldn't love him any less... even when he's batting me in the face because he thought that Keith and I should be awake at ALL TIMES until he felt adjusted, right after our move into our new home.