...he's my brother...
Or, at least, that's what my husband considers him. Frankie is my mother's cat, so he assumes he's her baby and since I'm her baby, too, we must be siblings.
"Did you feed your brother?"
"Did you put your brother out?"
"Where's your brother?"
Ok, so I'll play along....besides my real brothers are quite a distance away - one in Virginia and the other in Montana...I haven't seen either one in several years, and this furry stand-in is quite loveable!
Oh, baby brother....I'm going to miss you!