Despite all my mother's hygienic prejudices, I must admit that one of the main benefits I saw in living with cats was to have them sleeping with me at night. The second main benefit I saw was having them on my lap and cuddling them...
Well, you know I haven't been very lucky on these two points. My cats are not lap cats and they don't sleep with me... or so I thought!
You must know that I have some three minutes between putting my head on the pillow and falling into deep coma until the alarm clock goes off. My mother used to come to check if I was still breathing when we lived together, as it is almost frightening, the way I can sleep 8 hours without ever moving. I haven't been waken up by a heartquake, let alone storms or noisy neighbours...
So tonight, very strangely, I woke up at around 3am because I desperately needed to pee. I tried to lift the sheet but it didn't come away... so i looked better around me. I had Dallas on my left side, the two little ones all curled up on my right side and Dynasty behind the pillow.
They were very upset that I had caught them, and they quickly ran away to their usual official sleeping places: Dynasty on the floor under the bed, Dallas on the sofa and the little ones in their beloved basket (they were born in there!).
Of course, I can't be sure that this happens every night. But even if it had been a special thing for tonight only, was it really necessary to run away like that? They made me the hapiest human in the world, why pretend that they sleep somewhere else?