This was at my MIL's with Mr Bubble's cousins and their babies.
One had a NASA style baby monitor and both couples arrived with travel cots with cat-covers.
One asked Mr Bubble where the cat was and he said that it had seen sense and scarpered. A 'cat-hunt' then ensued, even though this particular baby was in an autoclaved, temperature-controlled, cat-netted travel cot.
Mr Bubble buggered off to play with the big Bubble boys, leaving me to listen to puke-making cooing and discussions about Baby Mozart.
Puke.
Was I ever that bad?
Answer.
Probably.