I've never been very keen on sharing my bed with anyone.
No, not even then.
After we do the deed, put your pants on and leave. Or sleep on the couch or something. That Lucy and Ricky knew what they were doing by sleeping in separate beds.
That said, when I say that I sleep solo, that means no pets, either. For as much as I love them, I prefer that they sleep comfortably in their beds next to mine. That hasn't been a problem so far since Bernie is too chubby to jump on the bed anyway. The only time I bring her up is during a thunderstorm to calm her down.
Vinny slept on my bed the first few nights I brought him home but he stopped for a while when I mistook him for a pile of blankets and kicked him off the bed. Twice.
Since Millie's been here, Vinny has decided that daytime is dog time. He lets me hang out on the couch with them and take them out for walks with nary a meow. But when it's time for bed, that's Vinny's time.
Both girls are lounging in their beds so right before I turn the light off, I yell, "Vin Vin!" and I hear his bell tinkling up the steps as he races to my bedroom. To ensure that no one thinks he's a Mama's Boy, he stops just short of the door and casually strolls toward the bed.
I told you that Vinny had started peeing in the house again with the warmer weather but ever since Millie has joined the household, he's stopped. I think she's his muse or something. He just sits and stares at her for the longest time. He must be excited by the thought of the taboo of their love and always seems startled when I catch him looking at her.
"What? Um, no, I wasn't looking at a dog. I was staring at a bird. Yeah, that's it...a bird."
I'm beginning to think that sleeping solo is overrated.