My sister’s new kitten Otto decided to adopt me the minute I arrived in the UK. He dived into the hammock beside me, wrapped his paws around my arm and fell asleep. No space is too tiny for him to cuddle up next to me, rub noses, crawl onto my chest or press his cheek against mine. Otto is a champion snuggler (Laura would approve) and the first cat I’ve met that I am not allergic to.  He looks exactly like the imaginary black cat I drew when I was 10. I named this fictional cat Puddy.  In her 20s, Laura also named her cat Puddy – a black and white velvety tuxedo cat.