Our little cat Pun (above) died in his sleep recently. We got him in 1995 when we found him under a bush down the road and coaxed him out with food. So we had 16 years of cuddles, dribbles and extra-loud purring. He was always burrowing under the bed covers; so cute (except for the dribble bit). It occurs to me that since we got him when I was about 11, he cuddled with me through some pretty tough times. And always under the covers. RIP little Pun xxx