About 65 years ago we had a cat who would sleep nowhere but on a 3"-wide ledge by the fanlight above the kitchen door in our ordinary N London suburban semi, which she would access by climbing up my mother's overalls and aprons hung from hooks on the back of the doors.

Not sure where our present cat Cleo sleeps; she is always there in the morning, outside our bedroom door when one of us emerges, waiting for her Felix jellymeat breakfast: but where she has actually spent the night we have not yet managed to establish. The other evening I thought she had absolutely disappeared ~ knew she was in the house but couldn't find her anywhere. Suddenly she came strolling into the room where I was, having presumably been napping wherever-it-is...

~M~