My little boy Ichi.
There's a bit of a story to his name. I got him from a friend of a friend who realized she was quickly becoming that "crazy cat lady" with over a dozen cats and needed to scale back. I agreed to help out by giving one a good home. So I go to her place and this little guy jumped right into my arms. She had been calling him Twin One since he looked nearly identical to one of his brothers (Twin Two). Cool name, but it wouldn't make much sense with just one of them, and I just didn't have the room for both. So we start throwing around different words for One. Finally stuck on the Japanese version. Thus, Ichi.
And What is it with cats and laundry? Every time I start folding cloths he always perches on top of the pile.