When Dusty was a little kitten, he would insist on sleeping on my pillow, tangled in my hair.
As he got older, he would sleep on my pillow, with his head on my shoulder. On really cold nights, he would wiggle down the neck of my t-shirt onto my bare chest. Talk about intimate!
Then Hubby moved in. For a long time, he wouldn't sleep anywhere on the bed. Hubby didn't kick him out, he kicked himself out!
As he got used to Hubby, he would sleep on my legs or feet. Anywhere, as long as it was on my body and away from Hubby.
Very recently, we bought him a new tree, and he has been sleeping in that exclusively. I'm sure as the cold weather comes back this fall, my Dusty will come back to bed.
I love sleeping with him; he's so soft, warm, and provides a nice little rythum with his purring. I couldn't imagine locking him out - he'd cry all night!
And I forgot - he is quite the little alarm clock. Every day at 6:30 to get fed and get me up for work!