Oh yeah… I’ve got to have my Norman when I go to bed. All I have to do is call his name and he comes trotting down the hall with me. He sleeps on the corner of the bed, next to my head with his back to me. I scratch his belly and he puts his left leg on top of my arm. I think it’s the combination of his soft fur and purring that allows me to drift off into dreamland.
Oooh, almost bedtime. “Norrrrr-meeee!”
Has somebody been watching me??
Yes , I admit it. If one of the dogs or cats falls asleep snuggled up with me, I am stuck there till they decide to move.
Ah , the things I put up with as a pet owner… 
My dog basically owns the sofa. He even knows how to push the throw-cushions around until they’re in the right position to nestle under his neck, while he propes his head up on one arm of the sofa. That way he can watch the kitchen - just in case it might be worth moving. :dubious:
He can stay in that position all day.
Three things I will never understand:
When sleeping in bed with two people and one cat, why we each get 1/3 of the bed. The cat is only 15 lbs, and short! Yet, he still manages to get 1/3 of the bed, sometimes more.
When a cat is sleeping on you, and you are enjoying it and would like him to stay, any TINY movement on your part, like scratching your nose or reaching for your water glass, will cause the cat to wake up, jump off you, and then go sit and sulk and stare at you like you are a vile cat abuser, BUT, when a cat is sleeping on you and you really need to use the bathroom, or get more chips, or administer CPR, and so you are sort of hoping the cat will decide to get up of his own volition, NOTHING will rouse him. Wiggling in your seat, gentle pushes, loud noises, a stampede of wild bison through the living room … he sleeps through it all.
When he’s sleeping in bed, I won’t disturb him, however, if I’m up and about in the house, and he’s sleeping in a very cute manner in some out-of-the-way area that isn’t bothering me AT ALL, I cannot resist going over and giving him a big snuggle, which is very clearly disturbing him because he does the sulk and glare routine.
Four cats and a dog.
“Move it, or be sat on” is my rule of thumb. Guess I’m the heartless one here today. 
At this moment I am sitting on the verrrry edge of my chair as a tiny ball of fluff is taking up the rest of the seat. 
I believe that we benefit from the “Do not disturb the cat” rule just as much as they do. I mean, in my family when I was growing up, if it was time to set the table, or take out the trash or do anything else the only excuse that was gauranteed to get you out of it every time was “But there’s a cat on me!” No one was to disturb the cat “furniture.” Also–how many times are you sitting or laying there, totally comfy, watching TV or whatever and you think to yourself “Ya know, I should really get up and work out. Or pay bills. Or call my Mother in Law.” But instead you stay right where you are, because if you move you’ll disturb the cat.
That’s no joke. I don’t have a cat. I don’t even like cats. And look what a strange cat was able to do to me: I spotted him tresspassing in my backyard near my favorite cardinals’ nest. I open the door and yell shoo to get rid of him. Instead clever kitty trots up to my door puts his paws on it meowing adorably. His cute little eyes hypnotize me or somethng so next thing I know I’ve opened the door again and he’s trotted his way into the kitchen. I pick him up and he’s purring like a feline maniac. I try to put him outside again and he just turns around and heads right back in. I *almost * feed him and pet him before I snap out of his spell and realize that’s just going to encourage him to come back and harrass the cardinals. Out he goes. But I feel like a guilty soulless animal abuser the whole day.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who does this.
My dog slept at my head, between the wall and the pillow. :rolleyes:
The rule in our house is that if the cat is sitting/sleeping on your lap, you don’t have to get up for anything. The spouse has to get the drinks, popcorn, phone, turn the heat up, etc.
We fight for the affection of our cat.
If I had a cat and it violated my bedspace obnoxiously in any way, I’d kick it to the wall. But if my puppy wanted to cuddle/snuggles with me in anyway, she’d get her way. Puppies are just way cooler than cats.
I must be strange. When my cat is sleeping, I consider it my right, if not my duty to wake it up. She’s to cute…I absolutely must rub her little pink nose and her velvety soft ears and tell her so. Usually, she rolls tummy-up so I can pet her soft belly fluff too. And she purrs…
I’ve had cats, and I have ferrets, and I am NOT guilty of this offense. With all that gets done for these self-propelled furballs, I will NOT cede my bed, chair, etc. to one of them. Every so often, I have to remind them they’re not totally in charge (only mostly).
We have 9 cats, so if you aren’t willing to move a cat you won’t ever be able to walk inside the house.
Orson always decides to curl up on my side of the bed minutes before I need to go to sleep. It is his function. I do shove him out of the way, though it takes some muscle. He weighs 20 pounds but when he doesn’t want to move it’s somehow 60 pounds. Cat-gravity.
We don’t wake cats in our house, but if we see one in the litterbox we rouse the household thusly: “Hey everybody! Lloyd’s poooooo-ping!” Then we gather to laugh and point. They hate that.
I was almost late for work yesterday because I was loath to interrupt a spirited game of roach hockey that was being held in the shower stall.
My problem is that each cat has a different side she prefers. I’ll have a cat snuggled up against a hip on one side, and the other cat lounging against my thigh on the other. Makes it very difficult to put the moves on the wife without meows of indignation.
Of course, I never listen to them.
: poke : Move it, dog.
: poke : Move it, dog.
: poke : Move it, dog.
: POKE : Dammit, MOVE
: Dog grudgingly gets up and moves :
My animals lead a more leisurely life than I. Therefore, they can get the hell out of my way.
My cat seems to really beg for attention whenever I’m working on something cumbersome. For instance, I’ve been making a dress for the past week. Last night I was sitting on the couch with the dress on my lap, hemming the bottom, and Emma jumped up and blocked my view of my work with her whole body. Then she stood on my arm so I couldn’t sew anymore. All the while she’s leaning against me, purring loudly, with this attitude of, “Forget that shit. Pay attention to meeeee!”
Sound like my house around here.
2 adults, 2 cats, 1 baby.
Put all the creatures in the bed, and you end up with:
Wife 1/3, Cats 1/3, baby 1/6, husband the last 1/6th along the edge of the matress.
And I’m the BIGGEST creature on the bed!!!
-Butler
Ah, yes. Cat gravity. No scientist will admit it exists (except those that are owned by cats). How my dainty little Sugar Magnolia (who is still barely larger than a kitten even though she is almost 2) can suddenly weigh 50 pounds when I need to get up…