via Strange Maps
Just lately, Freya has taken to sleeping on our bed. It might be the blue wool blanket she has claimed as her own. It might be the warmth that our bodies generate over night. But that wouldn’t explain why she’s still there when we return home of an evening.
Whatever the reason, I think she has mapped our bed, just like the above.
Kerryn, I do sympathise. Our cat Molly spends more time on our bed than we do, so I guess she thinks it’s hers. I’ve learned to not even think about the possibility of small parasites crossing from her hair to mine, but I do object to occasionally waking to a face full of fur.
Hi Ruth. I love Freya to death but in the middle of the night she’s heavier than a tonne of lead. I can’t say that I’ve given much thought to parasites (far better not to!) but I can sympathise with your objection to a face full of fur. If I sleep in and miss feeding time, I wake to a cat marching up and down my side.
Aah, cats.
:sigh:
That looks remarkably like our cats’ view of our bed, except nighttime sleeping quarters are definitely down by our feet.
At one time we had 4 cats (that was too many, I will say clearly) and during the winter we would be all but immobilized at night. But warm!
In our house, the heaving spot is pretty much anywhere on the bed, including dripping down the side. Yuck!
And thankfully, our guys are too elderly to have a lauch pad or foot attack zone any more. Pretty much the entire bed is a multipurpose zone primarily used for sleep.