When we were discussing getting a new dog, the SO remarked that he would like a dog that slept at the foot of the bed. I replied with a vehement “Absolutely Not!”
We have a double bed. In it we put two humans. This works only if the humans like each other and neither one hogs the bed. Add to this one Powder-cat who most definitely sees it as her right to hog the bed. How can an eight pound cat take up more room than a human? I don’t know. Somehow the laws of physics don’t apply to sleeping cats. Who get shoved when the bed runs out of room? Me. I end up balanced on the edge of the bed and then get the grumpy end of the cat when I make her move. I am NOT adding a dog to the mix.
Freckles, on the other hand, has obviously spent some time sleeping in a bed. We went to bed on day 1 and she hopped right in bed. We explained to her that her bed was this fine blue fuzzy thing on the floor and she slept there happily. Last night I go to bed and she hops in too. I say no and put her on the floor. She hops back up. I put her down. After the third repetition of this she gave me a look that said that she was very disappointed in me and went back downstairs to finish a movie with the SO.
Immediately Riley was on the bed. He shot a look at the departing dog that said, “You may be big and scary but I don’t have to get off the bed.” Power play established.
Fast forward to 1 AM. The SO had come to bed earlier. Riley was still sleeping by my head. And something was touching my feet. I sat up. I touched it. I said, “You are a sneaky little brat!” Freckles had waited until we were both asleep and then crept into bed in such a way that she didn’t wake anyone up and went to sleep. She looked at me lazily, “I TOLD you I sleep on the bed!”
She got to stay because a 28 lb dog takes up less room than an 8 lb Powder.