Hee. SO true, Dodge. I have a king-sized bed, three cats, and I’m the only human sleeping in it. I wake up in contortions non-cat owners would simply refuse to believe are possible. My very mellow big guy Turk has his corner down on the right hand side at the foot of the bed.
The ladies (Maggie and Widget) however, are another story entirely.
They’ve been rivals since Widget came to live with us, and there is a nightly skirmish over who is going to sleep where. Translated, that means one sleeps on the left side of me and the other claims the right. Sometimes this is accomplished pretty quickly, and other nights it’s sneak attacks and lots of boxing and hissing **way **past my bedtime. :rolleyes:
The situation is reversed when I sleep at the Divemaster’s house. He also has a king-sized bed but just the one kitty at the moment. That beast rules with an iron paw in a velvety-furred glove. The two dogs, which are ten times her size are not permitted on the bed. I’m allowed to, but on his, unless Her Ladyship has achieved the nirvana of the perfect sleeping position of her choosing either on or next to the Divemaster, nobody’s getting any rest! 
Not at all spoiled. And she doesn’t deserve to be, she’s a bitch. Although, because I don’t let her get away with anything, she’s actually a great cat to live with (as long as you don’t pet her for longer than 30 seconds).
*I do let her sleep in my bed, and I feed her a raw diet which isn’t cheap - but that’s more to avoid vet bills than out of affection.t
Bruno and Lloyd are pretty spoiled (at one point they had me feeding them four times a day), but they get a lot of verbal abuse. Little bastards thrive on it. 
All our cats are indoors only so I suppose that alone suggests that they are spoiled. The eldest cat ( age 6 ) is at the “feed me and f**k off” stage of development so she cares very little about the humans that infest her house. As long as the bowl is full and the litter box is clean, nobody gets hurt. The other three cats are under a year in age and are quite spoiled.
Allie gets the bedroom door opened pretty much on demand (this is only a problem when one human is in bed and the other is up), and acts as my alarm clock when she wants her morning serving of canned food (she has kibble down at all times).
I’ve had my cat azea for 12 years, since the first time I brought her home, she has spent every moment with me. Her favorite thing for me to do was hold her like a baby and rock her in a rocking chair. She still loves to have me rock her. Also she will not drink water out of her bowl unless it is sitting in the bath tub She will only eat tuna ( not the cat food kind the regular kind ) she turns her nose up at any other sea food and will not touch moist cat food, she only eats whisker lickin tender moments for treats, and meow mix dry cat food indoor formula. she will walk up to people and affectionately rub on their legs, but if anyone other than myself or my husband tries to pet her, she spazzes and starts to hiss. She has her own bed on top of my dresser and she has to be covered and share a pillow when she sleeps with me. She actually blocks my view whenever I try to talk to my 29 year old daughter on facebook video, and she has never had any kind of physical contact with any other animal ever. Plus she has her very own stuffed toy a yellow duck that she’s had since she was 8 weeks old. I’ve told this to her vet and he’s explained to me that azea does not see me as a human, to her I’m mom and she sees me as a two legged cat.
She’s allowed to play outside most of the day but has to come in with us at night.
She is allowed on couches, chairs, and beds but not the dining room table.
(Re-zombified cat thread warning)
I guess that means that instead of “braaaiiiiiinnnnns” it’s “tuuuuuunnnnnnnaaaaaaa.”
My cats get a few bites of my dinner protein, whatever it may be, and since my older cat is old, in poor health, and nothing but skin and bones, I’ve chosen to make his last however-much-time as happy as possible.
Which means he’s gotten spoiled rotten and will just shove himself into my personal space to demand his bits of meat. 
Christ. None of the cats in question when I started this thread are still alive. In fact, I got two kittens that year, and only one is still kickin’ it.
If nobody has mentioned it:
was just checking on cat constipation, and found an article by a vet who suggests that putting an enclosure on the litter box will trap the odor (you know, the stuff cats go to great lengths to cover) and discourage its use.
Maybe cut off the top and glue sticks in the corners to support it - a ventilated private space.
I think my cat is “moderately” spoiled.
-She sleeps on the bed with me, because I like it. I am not afraid to kick her out of my leg room though, or other sleeping room I need.
-She is not allowed on any counter tops, tables, or even most of the furniture (other than my bed, and a fold out chair she is allowed on, and the armrests of the sofa). My boyfriend lets her on the couch when I am away though.
-She gets canned food only, with the first ingredient as a type of meat (not water or corn or whatever). This isn’t fancy food by any stretch, but it’s not the cheapest kibble either. I started doing it recently because she’s 8 years old now and I don’t want her diet to be hard on her kidneys or otherwise.
-She is never given table scraps or plates/bowls to clean. I think less of people who allow their pets to eat human food or lick plates. Every single veterinarian source I’ve ever seen says to never give cats/dogs table scraps, that it’s not healthy, etc… but so many people think they know better. It’s harmful and shows lack of respect to the pet.
-She doesn’t have any expensive cat toys or scratching posts or whatever.
-I’m putting the next one in spoilers to protect the delicate sensibilities of some cat owners she’s declawed
Our cats…
are not allowed in the house.
But I put a heater in their cat house to keep them warm in the winter. Spoiled!!! 
Q’itih alternates sleeping at night between the bed and her heated pad in the living room. She’s also appropriated the pillow that my wife has been using to elevate her foot, which give her a princess-like air. In the morning, she expects me to immediately turn on the cat TV (raise the blinds in front) so she can perch on her cat tower and begin what will become hours of gazing at the world going by. In the evening she wants her bedtime snack of a small handful of “Tuna-Salmonchovy” kibble. She will only poop in litter made from recycled walnut shells. The good side of that is that it is exceptionally good at odor control.
Sounds like she is a connoisseuse of cat litter.