As this month has progressed, Mija has taken to sleeping on the bed, in my spot.
I have often repeated the story of how St. Francis cut the arm off his robe rather than move a sleeping cat. I am not St. Francis and I really enjoy it when she cuddles up next to me and purrs. However, when I'm really tired and work is upcoming, having to negotiate sleeping arrangements is not what I want to do. Fortunately, if I start to crawl into bed from the other side, she leaves.
This house is maintained entirely for the comfort of the cats.