There were 4 in the bed and the kitties said ROLL OVER!

I am a victim of a tiny bed.

Every night I end up with a grievously small portion of bed. I start off he night like a normal human being and continually scoot up to get away from Rigby. Yet he drags himself closer to me until I am curled up like a Pompeii mummy.

Of course poor David's feet hang off the edge of the bed. But he says he is used to it.

Abbey likes to be at the foot of the bed where David can't kick her. But close enough to me to inconvenience my legs into a scrunched accordion.

No. A full is not big enough for 2 cats, a 6ft 7in man and not-little-enough ol' me.

I wake up in the middle of night thinking about the morning when everyone gets off the bed. I like to just stretch out (ahhhhhhhhhh) and have the bed all to my self. My joints clicking and popping. David says I could just move the cats, but I guess I am too nice or a push over.

David and I dream for the day we can get a king size bed. Room to spread out, to be so far away the kitties become carrier pigeons between David and I and if David tosses I don't feel the rippling mattress till 30 seconds later. Yeah, I am talking SPACE!

Yes you do see a little dotted line kitty, that is my projected kitty I have been begging for. I will get it. As you can also see there is not dotted line doggie bed, I have come to terms with the fact that David will never let me get a doggie. sigh.
ps- David drew all the pictures. Thanks.