Tom usually sleeps in the LR because of the cat or his headaches he's having lately. I tell him he's having them because he doesn't sleep on that nice new mattress we have (which I still love, by the way). Finn refuses to stay in the room with me if his daddy is not in there. They're linked by some invisible cord. He likes me and tolerates me, but he adores Tom, the Cat-Hater, who now lives to serve the cat. Honestly, I prefer no hair in my bed. Our dogs used to dive up there when we had storms and they were both big dogs. Having scaredy-cat Kes up there when the thunder boomed and lightning flashed was like one of those old massage beds you put a quarter into in hotels, if you remember those. I'm not sure they still exist because I won't sleep in a hotel room anymore, blech.