I have a cat. She does not take up much more space on the bed than I do (a little cat, you can get stuck in a hat), she also grabbed the half-cloth, and lies on top of her belly, snatches loudly, suddenly pulls her legs with sharp nails and scratches to the blood, covers everything with a flat layer of wool, bites, digs my food (my!She wakes up at 4 in the morning and asks for the kitchen, then asks back, and, in general, I am ready for my husband. More than. The husband does not even suck on my favorite bag, notebook and the last live stepler, does not break the expensive dress and does not bite the documents.