There have been times when one is so ‘dog tired’ (sorry) that all they want to do is climb into bed and allow blissful slumber to overtake them.
You drag yourself up the stairs and approach the bed only to find as many cats as are in the house (in my case,four) scattered across the covers, leaving very little room for you.
Getting into bed becomes a contortionist act as limbs and torso are placed at odd angles wrapping around the many bodies. All in order to not disturb the sleeping felines.
Whose bed is this anyway?!