Last Saturday, after waking with a mamoth hangover, I went for a snooze in our garden to soak up the sun. A little while later, I came back inside to see what my two favourite boys were up to. Generally, Morris has the ability to make me swoon anytime, even when doing a smelly poo in our vegetable patch, for example. However, I wasn't prepared for what I found when I went into our bedroom. The little guy had curled himself around his dad, and both were sound asleep in deep slumber. Cat spooning boy. Easily the biggest heart melter since Dumbo.