DP has got into the habit of making the bed - after years of staggering up there to find the duvet without a cover, the mattress bare and the visible stains on pillows making me want to cry, he now replaces the base sheet, puts on clean pillowcases and changes the duvet cover, makes it all and neatly piles the million pillows that we use at the head.
Every time I walk in there and see it all fresh and neat, my heart does a little skip, because he's not doing it for himself, he's doing it because I like it - easy Brownie points compared to hearing 'Oh, FOR FUCK'S SAKE' when I'm shattered and just want to climb in and go to sleep, not put the big light on, search for fresh linen and generally get hot, bothered, even more tired but wide awake until 4am (I have a lot of difficulty sleeping at the best of times, add bright light, activity and being pissed off and I'm screwed for the next five hours).
DTwatCat usually adds the finishing touch to the decorations.
Why don't Instagrammers - who often do have pets - ever photograph the fluffy bastards demonstrating just how lovely the bed is? Or do all their perfect, expensive breed animals always yak up a furball if they try?