You’re stretched out on the sofa, knee deep into a Heartland marathon (the best kind) when Fluffy McFluffster sprawls out in front of you, cute as can be. ‘Meow,’ he says, adorably. ‘Aw, hey, little guy.’ ‘Meow,’ he says again. ‘You want to cuddle?’ He gives you his signature ‘big eyes’ and taps you with a…