By Lorna Barrett / Lorraine Bartlett
A recent news article told of the dangers of sleeping with pets. Danger as in--it can kill you. You can read about it here. Still, I don't suppose that changed many people's sleeping habits. It didn't change ours.
Just about every night, there are five of us in bed. Me, Mr. L, and three of our four cats. (Believe me, if they got along better, we'd have all four of them with us.) This wasn't my idea . . . but, marriage is all about compromise, right?
Mr. L's boy Chester is a snuggler. He snuggles up to his best friend and that's it for the night. He doesn't usually move. Betsy likes to plunk in between us. Fred likes to sit on or sleep on pillows, so he has his own at the bottom of the bed. (He likes to sleep in, too. We'll be up for quite some time while he languishes in bed. (Hey, he's got a tough life chasing other cats and getting into trouble on a regular basis.))
The worst thing is having that thirty pounds of cat in the middle of the bed. It means that Mr. L and I are relegated to the far edges with no covers. Hey, the calendar might say it's spring, but it's still darn cold at night.
So, do your pets sleep with you?