David used to make fun of me on Saturday mornings. I'd wake up early, and go on a search for Tatumbell. He wasn't allowed to sleep with us (he'd suffocate me by laying across my face), so I'd go and find him and bring him back to bed for kitty cuddle time.
Des (really, I think we have resorted to just calling the kitten Little Bit) is also not sleeping with us (sharp teeth through the bedspread when you move your feet = not fun). But somehow, the baby wound up having kitty cuddle time with David this morning.