Pussycats3 cats do not spend the night with their Mom. They spend it in the master bathroom.
You might ask, “Why?”
There are several reasons:
- Mom likes to get a good (if possible) night’s sleep, undisturbed;
- Mom doesn’t want to get up in the middle of the night and step into a mess on the floor;
- Mom doesn’t want to hear someone throwing up on the bed;
- Mom doesn’t want to hear heavy feet running through the house;
- Mom doesn’t want to hear something crashing on the floor during the night;
- Mom doesn’t want someone pulling off the covers;
- Mom doesn’t want the box spring scratched up by someone’s claws;
- Mom has a “captured audience” for morning grooming; and
- Because of some other reasons I can’t think of right now. That’s enough, right?
So, I captured each of them in their favorite pose just before I closed the door:

One of the most favorite poses for Rusty is at the food bowl. The bowl on the left is Romeo’s. All 3 have their own bowls and they eat out of only theirs.
Reblogged this on Sunshinebright.
I used to sleep with my cat,”Footsie” because his purring presence was such a comfort to me — and because I slept in an unheated room in a ramshackle old house — “Footsie” was kind of like an extra warm pillow or something — a pillow that purred.
But I can see where you are coming from and I agree that yours is probably the best course of action.
The blessing as I see it is not what we do with the cats but that we have them in the first place — they are such children!
I can see that “Footsie” was a great comfort to you in more than one way, John. Did you have him when you were growing up?
The situation with my three serves me well for the reasons stated in my post. When we first got Patches and her brother, Buster, we would let them to sleep with us, but it didn’t work out very well. Buster would crawl under the sheet and kept pushing against my Bob until he (Bob) was at the edge of the bed! Also, Buster would splash in the water bowl, sending half of it on the floor, and then jump onto the bed, getting us all wet with his dripping paws and head! So, our choice was chosen for us. Unfortunately, as posted in my “About” page, we lost Buster at the age of three.
I had Footsie for a couple of years when I was like 9 to 10 years of age and when I was a teen I had as many as 17 kitties at one time and everyone of them had a name.
I would say you were the “crazy cat man.”
I loved my kitties because I was a lonely child — an only child — and we were dirt poor — and the kitties were my friends and confidants for some time. I have often said, “It is far easier to trust a furry little animal because they are far more trustworthy and faithful than some humans.”
I agree. Our animals are many things to us at any age. I used to work with a woman who processed business licenses for the city I worked for, and she had a sign on her desk, “I prefer cats to people.” She was requested to remove it forthwith. 🙂
Thanks for your great comment. It is sincerely appreciated and very much enjoyed!
Oh, John, a man after my own heart! Liberal AND loves cats!
BTW – Are you now getting enough sleep? I sleep with four or so cats and would not have it any other way! 🙂
How cute. Love that photo of Romeo on top of the shower wall! Too funny.