I have decided that my two little blue furry lads, are substitute babies.

I instinctively cradle fuzzy Francy, and he pokes up with it even though his instincts are all mischief and he never seeks snuggles by himself - apart from when he comes in from 'out there' and has wet chilly paws ( I think he seeks some kind of aknowledgement when he's 'been out and come back again'.) Big old world out there I guess for a puddy tat.

Silky furred Paddington just looks at you with a sombre and somewhat grumpy aged glare that says: 'Do you bluddy mind!? I was having a doze!'