I'm the happy, but tired and achy mom of two adult males and one male kitty who found me a few months ago.
I enjoyed a king size bed with my snoring husband for over 20 years. The snoring was manageable; I'd just poke him and he'd roll to his side and all was quiet....for awhile anyway. About a year ago, when he turned 65, his brain became hyperactive during the night and he'd not only snore, but would jolt me awake with loud laughter, talking, or banging his legs and arms up and down on the bed as if running to or from something. I can only assume he was dreaming of his youthful days.
This was not an occasional occurrence, but several times a week. Getting my own bed in another room was imperative.
The spare bedroom, mostly used as a computer room, contains all the odd, non-functional pieces of furniture accumulated over the years that one can't bear to part with, leaving little room for a bed. Although one now has to negotiate a maze to get to the bathroom, the twin size daybed we bought was a necessity for what I had hoped would be peaceful slumber. Alas, such was not the case.
At the time of purchase we had only the two grown cats which, preferring my company and bed over my husband's, always managed to find a spot on my small bed. The same spot. Though they are twins, one is quite larger than the other. The only way we could all fit on the bed was for me to lie on my side and one cat stretched out flat against my front with his head by my chin, and the larger one against my back. My kitties don't lie 'next' to me, they lie 'into' me. It was tight, but we managed.
However, with the addition of the little 5 month old fella who also likes my bed, things have become, well, there's not a specific word for it.
When he is sleeping, he finds a place somewhere between, around or on top of my legs. It's impossible for me to move...at all. I find myself in the same position in the morning. As all kitty owners know, when a kitten is not sleeping, it is zooming from one thing to the next, which is exactly what this little one does, but he does it on my bed, attacking anything that moves, or playing Ninja-kitty and pouncing on one of the other two while they sleep.
With the one in front who's head is in my face, the one at my back that snores (who I also have to poke sometimes because he wakes me), and the little one bouncing around the bed, I can't move, breathe, or get more than an hour or two sound sleep. Thus, my tired and achy body.
I may have to reassess they pros and cons of the situation. At least in the king size bed with my husband I could roll over and didn't have tiny teeth and claws in my toes should I wiggle them, and the cats don't go on his bed, probably for the same reasons I left it.
Have a great day Kitty Kat Lovers!