Who is the cutest?

Obviously that would be Bilbo, but if there was a number one contender for runner-up most-cute-ever, it would have to be this little lady.

Someone isn't quite big enough to jump onto the couch so this is the "lift me up please" face. There seems to have been an awful lot of snuggling going on over the past couple of days. This is probably because she's worked out how to climb onto the bed and wriggle into a comfy spot.

Although seriously, who wears flannel snowflake pyjamas in June?

I didn't intend to let her sleep on the bed quite so soon but she was so comfy I didn't have the heart to kick her out into her crate. All three of us were thoroughly worn out last night so when I woke up in the morning it was to discover that none of us had moved an inch in the night.

She's definitely discovered the cuddle potential of a big foster brother, although it's bizarre how teeny tiny he can curl himself up. You wouldn't think from this picture that he weighs three and a half times what Lucy does.

I'd love to know what on earth she was thinking here. What a brave place to put her head....