The cat's mother.
I discovered this delicious skinny thing when I was around 12-13 years old, back in the days of Invader Zim. I have reservations about admitting this but I have at certain phases in my life kept an imaginary version of him in my head who follows me around making witty and inspirational comments and generally adores me. My mother says "Oh, he's like your daemon!" and we all drink tea together.