Pathetic isn't it?!
I frequently wake up squished into a corner of my double bed with no duvet while Cashie and Izzy are spread right across the duvet upside down, legs in the air, blissful expressions...........
If I try to move them they just roll back. I too wouldn't dream of moving them if they were on my end of the sofa.
The whole house is just a cat playground, there are cat trees, cubes and tunnels all over the place, Cashie's hoola skirt hangs over a chair for him to hide behind so he can ambush Izzy, there are cat nip toys, valerian toys, boxes, paper bags lying around for their delectation, they go where they like, sit where they like and pretty much get away with everything and I am powerless to stop myself. Spoiled rotten they are and I'll bet yours are pretty much the same!
(Izzy goes big tailed when Cashie bounces her, she's not really scared, just making herself extra big I think)
Jo