The older cat sleeps on our bed. By on our bed I mean in the crook of our legs, on my back, on DH's back, squeezed in between us. In and out of the covers whatever suits.

The kitten sleeps in his designated room until he's old enough not to destroy all the things when we sleep. But if he could I'm sure he'd sleep on my face. Because apparently my face is made of warm and therefore made for his sits. No one else's face for some reason meets his requirements though.

And for those with cats that demand breakfast...

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