Every time I leave my bed and return to it, I find that my bed is covered with animals. Specifically, two cats. They aren’t big cats, but they take up the entire bed, somehow. They like the warm spot that I leave, and fight for it. I have their beds on my bed, so that they have their own spaces to lie in, but they prefer mine.
Inky also enjoys sleeping on my arm, under my chin, and between my face and whatever I’m trying to read or watch. This slows me down a lot. Mini at least has the courtesy to settle in on the scratching post, the cat bed, or by my feet.