I have resigned myself to a sleepless existence.
Every night, I share a bed with three creatures who each want to be as close to me as possible.
The worst is Bogo. Not only does he sleep on my pillow and cover my face in cat hair, but when he's not sleeping, he uses my head as his own personal step ladder.
If he sees any of the neighbors' cats invading our yard, he leaps off the bed (clawing my face in the process), skitters into the living room, and looks out that window, yowling indignantly. It's all part of an intricate nightly schedule.
Lately we've considered shutting our bedroom door at night, but I have a sinking feeling it isn't going to help.
Oh well. At least I know I'm loved.