It is ridiculous to me that seeing my cat sleepily do an adorable stretch makes me turn into a puddle of 'aw, she's so freaking cute' goo. To be fair, we've been together over half my life, and in the last year or so she's become incredibly affectionate with me (and occasionally Ryan, but we think it comes from senility).

But I know it's nothing compared to the puddle of goo this little girl will turn me into when she yawns or looks at me while she breast feeds. Poor Gooey, her days as center of the cute universe as seriously numbered.