When I came home from a Christmas party, Scarface was waiting for me and leeping my spot warm. Since the sofa and the bathtub were already taken (by other cats, needless to say), I considered for a moment the option to sleep in my car: but when I tried to get onto my (really?! my?!) bed, Scarface started to head-bump me, greet me nose-to-nose and "make biscuit" on my belly. Then he curled again, by my side, loudly purrying... and we all could finally fall asleep! :)