What compromises do you make for your cats? <light hearted>

[StuffezLaYoni]

Everyone knows that you never really "own" cats - you merely sign up as their lifelong butlers... I was just wondering what subtle ways your cats have of keeping you in your place?

I realised this morning that after 28 years of sleeping on my stomach, I now have to sleep in more backache-inducing positions because the second I lie on my front, one or both cats leaps onto my head/back and makes themselves comfy.

I also cannot spread out any kind of papers on my dining table when I need to work because they are obsessed with paper and either shred it or lie on it spread eagled. As a teacher this is quite annoying but I don't have the heart to move them...

Anyone else??

[Fluffycloudland77]

Ooh, it's like a free hot-stone massage!

[Mintyy]

Oh dear I feel guilty now. I compromised with my cat and let him come and sleep in my bedroom as he got older (he just sits outside the door and miaows quietly until I let him in). But have had one too many early morning wakeups to the sounds of him vigorously cleaning his nethers, or, worse, coughing up a furball, and so now he is once again relegated to the kitchen with its easy clean floor .

But he is an old boy now and I tell him I love him every day and make a point of being extra nice and cuddly at all times other than bed-time. Spend a lot more on nonsense treats like Dreamies too.

[wigglybeezer]

I have scabby old sofas which will tobe replaced until the cats are too frail to claw them.

[gindrinker]

I'm now use to being woken up at 5am by a cold moist nose stuck on my face.
I don't have the heart to shove her of my pillow when she curls around my head.

Also all fishy dinners must be shared.

[Corygal]

Yes, bed and rest issues are rather to the fore with Mr Cory too.

I have to get into bed at the appointed hour, undressing really quickly and jumping in if I am late, or he yowls - then "sleep" crunched up in a corner of the bed while he spreadeagles, snoring. I haven't slept past dawn in four glorious pet-owning years - the little lad likes a prompt start to the day.

I am really, really good at working, sitting and sleeping cross-legged now, as the scrap of fur likes to share the sofa too. As for his nutritional routine...

[cozietoesie]

I have semi-arthritis in both elbows from umpty years of bending them to allow various boys to sleep in their preferred position.

[CarpeVinum]

I now get up at 5 am every single day becuase that's when my youngest licks my face with much unending enthusiasm. It feels like being flayed with wet sandpaper.

I spend my life in the winter gping around in a circle letting in or out one of the herd. Nobody feels like co-ordinating their collective entry and exit.

I mumsnet cortorted around 8 cats who believe I am a large hot water bottle.

[motherinferior]

I make no compromises.

I am a walkover.

[cozietoesie]

[peggotty]

Our old boy used to get almost an entire sofa to himself. The odd time he came and slept on the bed I would be contorted the whole night so as not to disturb him because I was so pleased he was there!

[Convert]

I catch birds, mice and rabbits, wrap them in towels and smuggle them through the pub in my handbag to release them back to freedom. I try not to swear too much at the fucking cat while I do it.
I also put up with cleaning up feathers and bits of fur in the mornings because I leave the bathroom window open so I'm not worrying about them being outside all night!