In my husband sock drawer or the arm of the sofa in the kitchen,on the window ledge above a radiator ,never in the same area as the other cat (they are sisters) They toddle off together in the morning to hunt or climb trees and toddle home together for food during the day .Then they each chooses bed in a seperate room for their nap. I,m coming back as a cat .
At the bottom of the bed, horizontal, stretched out as far as my body allows. Then, if someone dares move their feet I'll have to grumble, use my little steps and go get a drink of water. Then, back on the steps and off to lie on the legs of my husband.
I haven’t a pet right now but wish I did have. Last cat I had died sadly back in 2019 and she was 20.5 years old. She used to sleep on my bed. I loved her so much and still miss her like mad.