Here's Archie, being characteristically naughty and sleeping on my sheets. He's doing the exact thing I want to be doing: sleeping and hiding my face from the world.
I loathe him sleeping on my sheets, but they are being washed today and he kind of saved our lives the other night, so he gets a special pass.
We have a gas wall heater that is really dodgy. We have had tradesmen come in and check it out, only to declare there is nothing wrong with it. I didn't turn it off properly the other night before I went to bed (honestly, how many ways should there be to turn off a heater? It shouldn't be so hard.). In the middle of the night, Archie scratched at Mum and Dad's bedroom door which usually means he wants to go outside, but when Dad went to let him out, he wouldn't go. And that's when Dad noticed the smell of the gas.
It seems like Archie woke Dad up to warn him about the gas leaking out of the no-it's-completely-fine-there's-nothing-wrong-with-it heater.
So today, he gets to have a snooze wherever he wants. If I catch him at it again though, his furry little neck will be wrung*.
*It won't. He runs this place, we live with him, not the other way around.