Back in the day, I shared a single (twin) bed with a boyfriend and _three_ kittens on their way to cats. Choreographed tossing and turning was the order of the day. The tuxedo pattern slept on the pillow between our heads and the headboard; the chinchilla Persian between me and the wall; and the polydactyl tortoiseshell on the uppermost hip.
I did wake up at one point convinced I had squished the Persian, so I shook her until she squeaked. I then pronounced "you're alive!" and went back to sleep. She stomped off to the bottom of the bed for the night.
We couldn't keep them out of the bedroom because the Persian had discovered that she could rattle the bedroom door in a fashion that could not be ignored.
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Felines in the bed
Date: 2005-10-28 02:55 am (UTC)I did wake up at one point convinced I had squished the Persian, so I shook her until she squeaked. I then pronounced "you're alive!" and went back to sleep. She stomped off to the bottom of the bed for the night.
We couldn't keep them out of the bedroom because the Persian had discovered that she could rattle the bedroom door in a fashion that could not be ignored.