My Two beautiful cats no longer sleep on the bed with me. I suppose it is a good thing. Inca now sleeps in his basket near the bedroom door and Smoky has made his little bed on a cabinet near the front door.
Last night I got back from gym about 9:30pm. I walked into the bedroom and like always looked at the white face like thing on the wall above the bed. I smile at it now. I put the lamp on changed out of my gym wear and went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. On my way back into the living room, I stroked Smoky who was lying comfortable on the bookcase. I walked into the living, sat down had my coffee flicked through the channels, nothing was on so I switched everything of and decided to go to bed.
I still sleep closest to the window, for some reason I cannot sleep on the right side of the bed, I cannot even turn my back to the window as I find it really hard to breathe. Strange but there you go. As I was lying in bed, Inca jumped on the bed. I got up whispered his name and with that he jumped of the bed and back into his basket. I lay back down but this time on my back, started at the ceiling for a bit then turned to face the window. I was barely a sleep when I felt Smoky jump on the bed and walk next to my feet and legs and then lie down right next to my feet.
I found this really strange as I did not even hear his bell. I moved around a little and he was definitely lying on the bed next to my feet. I whispered his name "Smoky", "Momo". Nothing; not even a meow. I slowly pulled myself up to have a look at Smoky, only to find that Smoky was not actually on the bed, none of the cats were.
Unperturbed by this I lay back down, pulled the covers up and closed my eyes at which point I heard something jump of the bed.