I was crashing upstairs with my ancient comforter and blanket that's probably G.I. surplus from WWI while the bride got into her bed with the 900-thread sheets and new comforters worth more than me.

I was rubbing up Trouble in the hallway by the kitchen and figured he'd gallop upstairs and bunk with me. But no, that cat and his mother got into the wife's bed and built nests in the new bulky comforters.

House cats always know the best places to sleep and last night my bed wasn't one of them.