I never ever ever ever thought I would let a pet sleep in my bed. Never ever ever ever.
And then came Lola. Pair her up with Mike's insistance on keeping the bedroom door open (easier access for trespassers? I don't know...), and you can easily see where this is going.
This is what a typical night looks like:*
Not so bad. She mainly keeps at the end of the bed, neatly tucked between two sets of feet, only occasionally venturing to the head of the bed for a 3 am pet-and-purr session.
Sometime through the night, I found that the arrangments had changed. Somehow, Lola managed to push both sets of feet to their respective sides of the bed. She is a sly one, that Lola.
Imagine my surprise this morning that Lola had designed a totally new sleeping arrangment somewhere between the hours of 5 and 8 am that positioned her right on top of the back of my knees.