My horrendously spolied pussycat does sleep no my bed - or in my jumper drawer - or on my mother's bed - or in any number of other places. This is usually a good thing, although she is a very snuggly and warm and purry bed-partner. However, the other day I stretched out in bed and my knee contacted a slightly warm, furry, lifeless form (yes, under the covers. Our house is quite cold!). I poked it. It did not move. 'Oh noes! I have squished the cat!' thought I. So I poked it harder. Whereupon she yowled and grabbed affectionately at my hand.

Cute! If worrying.