I was sitting on the sofa, eating bread and cheese, when Tic Tac appeared. She took one look, launched herself onto my lap, and hooked a tiny paw firmly on around the rim of the plate, determined to share my lunch.

Target watched from a safe distance, his whiskers swept close and ears half flattened. It was a withering look, the cat version of an eye-roll, and I felt the sting of his silent criticism. You see, Target may be a boy cat but when it comes to raising kittens, he’s pawsome at setting boundaries.