Technically, we don’t either. For some reason Loki gets away with sleeping with us, I guess because she’s the eldest now.
Loki woke me up this morning at 5 am, so I let her outside and she peed. When I got back into bed, Simi started whimpering in her crate, so I took him out. Of course Kizzy wanted out as well.
When I finally climbed back into bed, my gf got outa bed and coaxed all the dogs up for a Sunday morning snuggle.
We will eventually find out whether you can out-stubborn JoJo.
Good luck!
I sleep better with a cat on the bed. And a cat is practically mandatory when taking a nap!
If I am sick, the ONE JOB I expect from my cat is to sit with me until I feel better.
~VOW
What else would you expect from a street-toughened boy cat? 
The purr of the cat is healing and comforting. I have one cat that is the nurse and stays by me, the other is the doctor and checks in occasionally.
Do either of them have degrees certifying their competence in their chosen profession?
Both are likely certified in conducting CAT scans.
Seconded.
I wish I could. I’m allergic. That said, I’ve had these two since kittenhood and it hasn’t happened. It would take them a bit to learn to sleep with me in the bed - maybe 20 minutes or so. 
Smart. We allow two, and no more. We’re strict like that.
Well they all are in my room at night.
No one, including me, understands why.
I have, at times, had them all in my face looking hungry.
It’s disconcerting to say the least, to be awoke in that manner.
Let armegeddon happen, just once. I’m the first food, for sure.
After my dad’s second heart attack, our cat spent most of every day laying on or next to him.
Jojo went all kitten on me.
He got this tiny little mew and sounded so pitiful. I patted his head and did this very gentle little patting with his front paws.
Turned over on his back and acted all tough guy. I tickled his belly and he purred and purred.
Such the neat little game, we we’re all watching and laughing. It was so great.
Sounds like he’s owned humans before and knows the furless ones’ emotional cheat codes.
nothing so formal.
the mostly white cat is the nurse, he is very good at knowing what is a bit achy and will snuggle up and purr on or near the sore spot.
the ginger cat is the doctor and comes in gets close to my face, checks for breathing and then says something and leaves.
aw, he is just a little boy baby.
this little guy went from feeling unbelievable horrible and scared, to happy, healthy, and in loving hands. a lovely outcome for everyone.
I woke up. I always sleep on one side(no devices attached on that side) I end up with my torso sideways but my hip and lower back always get truly down flat. So I look very uncomfortable, twisted torso and all. (Hey it works for me.)
When I woke, I went to move my legs straight out to stretch. I felt a little pin prick on the small of my back. Alarmed, I put my hand back there and felt a furry thing. Jojo had slept on my back a long time.
I wish I had felt purring. That would have been nice. Like a cat spa massage.
Think I’ll invent a place to go have Cat massages.
Yep, Imma goin’ to be rich. I’ll sell franchises to my store fronts. They’ll be in every half abandoned shopping centers.
I’ll call it “Cat nappers, Inc.”
I’ll be in the south of France enjoying myself while my company is ran by others.
Imma genius!! Whoo-hoo!
entrepreneurship is fun for all
Wish you were here!
It’s the logical evolution from Goat Yoga.
Ooh, I like that too. I so wanna do it.
I do miss this. However, at age 4, Lon Chaney Jr. has decided that he likes to be petted. But only when he’s on the floor and has a clear escape route. Sometimes I even get in one or two almost belly rubs.