My husband and I have a queen-sized bed. And while it is definitely big enough for the two of us, space has always been at a premium. The cat has always felt that her rightful place at night is on the bed, on top of me. Typically she starts on my chest and works her way up. Some times I will wake up with her on furry butt on my pillow. In the warmer months, she will lie on top of the sheet perpendicular to me, stretched out completely from fluffy tail to wet nose, leaving approximately 8 inches of mattress between her and my husband. This is apparently my spot. During the past 13 years, I have adjusted to the sleeping arrangement and learned to lie perfectly straight all night long. Well, all that has gone up in smoke. Now that the dog is periodically allowed in the bedroom, she has decided that our bed is the perfect size for her. She had been content with the couch, but now that she has seen the promised land, as soon as we open the gate she jumps up on the bed and makes...
Life can get a little hairy at times.