I've made my bed loads of time with my RB Jock still lying in the middle of it, he wouldn't even budge. Same at night I'd come home and the lump would be there, right in the middle of my bed, I'd give him a wee shake and you'd hear a small grunt then about an hour later he would finally emerge, as if to say 'boy did I had a tough day today !!'
Bonnie isn't one for coming under the duvet with us, although shortly before Jock passed away he taught his sis exactly what to do, however she's fly and as soon as she hears the key in the door she's outta there leaving behind a hot spot, she must think I'm stupid!