That girl there, Daisy, she was a bedtime cuddler. She would climb into bed with me, tunnel under the covers, and sleep next to my feet and legs every night. She was also a light sleeper, and the moment she heard my key in the door after work, she would run to the door and be waiting there for me. Her brother, George, was a day cuddler. He would let you pick him up, snuggle him, and then he would just give you so many kisses. He liked to climb into the hood of my hoodie and just fall asleep in it while I went about my day.

Obligatory George pic: