I like that my cats have set up specific evening napping rituals. In the evening, I'm typically parked on one side of my couch, either on my laptop or watching TV or a movie. (Speaking of movies, I'm embarrassed to say that I watched "He's Just Not That Into You," and it was nothing but drivel. People are idiots sometimes.) So Galahad will snuggle up next to me (if I won't let him on my lap - he's a bit over-cuddly, so I have to set boundaries), Yarmulke will sit about a foot away from Galahad, and Bouncer curls up in the yellow chair. We are so predictable. But I like it.