We've had a cold snap here - in the teens-twenties F - so in  order to *not*
blow a fuse (or worse, start a fire) by running multiple space heaters on
the back porch for Betty, Barney & Bam-Bam, we moved them into our bedroom.
Kept them in the carrier for a couple of hours, until they got over the
fright of being moved - then let them out while we went to bed.  I could
hear them occasionally eating, using the litterbox, playing with each other
on occasion during the night - but in the morning, they were all three
cuddled up together on my jeans (left on the floor the previous evening).

I brought them fresh food (they chowed down), combed them for fleas (which
is not easy when they are all squirmy, I prefer to do it when they're drowsy
from napping) and got 2 off Bam-Bam :(.  Then I went back to bed.  Was
almost back asleep on my left side, when I felt this tap-tap-tapping on my
butt.  Reached down with my hand...Barney!  He's the smallest (weighs at
least 5 ounces less than Betty or Bam-Bam), but he's the first to do
anything!  First to climb up my legs.  First to climb up on the bed... Well,
actually, Bam-Bam was the first to use the big litterbox, but Barney wasn't
far behind him on that.

I played with Barney for a minute, then here comes Bam-Bam, up on the
bed.... followed closely by Betty.  I give up on getting any more sleep, so
decided to read.  Who can sleep with three little wiggly-wrestly 'monsters'
on the bed?  Finally, they clamed down some, and Barney settled near my
shoulder, purring loudly.  Bam-Bam decided the laundry pile was better, and
was down there, and Betty was nestled by my hip.  I reached down to pet her,
and she rolled over purring for belly rubbins, doing upside-downy-head in
the process!

Last night DH *insisted* on locking the kittens in the carrier for the
night.  I was upset by this.  He was afraid that we would kick or crush one
in our sleep, so I consented.  They pretty much slept though the night, with
an occasional door rattle or squeak of protest (I think they were wrestling
more than anything).  This morning, when I let them out to feed them.
Bam-Bam made a beeline for the litterbox, Barney climbed my legs in an
effort to get closer to the food I was trying to dole out, and Betty ran
willy-nilly all over before she smelled the food - it took only a minute
before they were all three chowing down.  About 5 minutes later, they were
doing usual kitten stuff: Exploring, pouncing, playing, wrestling.... but
Barney came back to the plate for 'second breakfasts'.  His belly was tight
when he finished... at least until he belched in my face!

They are such little stinkers - you can't help but love them.  This is why I
don't foster for the local shelter:  I fall in love with them!  I told DH
that, unfortunately for us, kittens aren't born ugly!