I have a cat named Tank. Actually, I have four cats. Because my wife moves around too much while she sleeps, the cats all like to sleep on me. Apparently, I am a good cat bed. Recently, Tank has decided that he wants to sleep on my pillow next to my head. Tank is 16 pounds. Though this is easier on my breathing than when he wanted to sleep on my chest, it doesn’t leave a whole lot of room for my head:
I’m starting to wake up with a crick in my neck.
Incidentally, my wife thinks it’s very funny to get up in the middle of the night while I’m sleeping to take pictures of the cats all sleeping on me. I am generally uninvolved in this process.