I don't have a couch. Seriously. I don't. But anyone is welcome to sleep on my floor if you bring a sleeping bag. Other than Roxy and Vanilla. Either of those ladies gets my bed. What can I say? I'm a gentleman. Wanna make something of it? No I would not be in it too. Would I? No, I'd sleep downstairs. Maybe in the Ghost Room. Brrr! Hey, I love her that much.
Oh, and you'd have to be ok with my cats patrolling in the night and looking to be petted. And the sudden growl of the heating as it came on at 3AM. And the muffled sounds from the wardrobe in my bedroom where ... no, I've said too much.
