You are so right about "soon as the purrs start, you know they have won" !!
Awwww...... Franta's making sure you are within touching distance - that just melted my heart. It's that special connection with our moggies that 'rights' all the wrongs at times. Nothing quite compares to the feeling of love when you savour those moments. Mols does like to have either her own bed, or be with me, touching me - there is not a feeling in the world that beats it!
All the more poignant that he realises his mummy loves him to bits, after the last few days. Bless.
In saying that, I'm not too sure I'm so keen when she jumps from the windowsill right ontop of my solar plexis - I mean, one large very comfy double bed, one human - lots of space for her to land on - but it's not as much fun landing on the mattress when you can annoy your slave!
We are mere mugs and nothing more!