DH is away for 3 weeks for work, so last night was the first of
several nights of just me, Spock and Persephone.  We have a king size
bed, but since Persephone, in particular, likes to snuggle up close it
sometimes gets a little squeezy in the bed.  Usually, with both me and
DH there, the cats arrange themselves between us and don't move about
too much.  

Last night was a typically autumn (fall) night in Sydney (Australia) -
cool, but not cold.  Cool enough to put on a light sweater, but not
cold enough to consider lighting the fire.  Cool enough for kitties to
want to snuggle close, but not so cold that they wanted to be under
the covers.

I should have known.  I should have predicted it.  I have lived with
cats all my life and have been well trained about who gets priority
bed-space.  But, as naive as I am, I was still suprised when I woke up
this morning sleeping crammed up against the bedhead sideways (across
the width of the bed) whilst two very contented kitties were
streeeeetched out on the rest of the bed, having hogged (pinned down)
most of the bedding!

*sigh* I now know my place.

Tish