Sleep deprivation

I am suffering from "catlag"- similar to jetlag but without the need to travel.
The kittens have finally been ousted from the wardrobe and are now residing in the lounge - peaceful nights?
No such luck.
Claudia has decided that the one place in the whole wide world she'd like to sleep is in the middle of our bed.
Buying a King size bed seemed like a smart move at the time but I am still sleeping on a 4 inch strip of the edge of the matress whilst madam lounges across the middle in comfort and luxury.
I am definitely doing something wrong.
I wouldn't mind but she throws out heat like a small furnace and, combined with my hot flushes, the bedroom has turned into a sauna.
I probably would have welcomed her company in the midst of winter but, in the current warm weather, it's just too much to cope with.
Bill has taken to lounging in his climber in the outside run and airing his manly bits - it's enough to put you right off your dinner. His coat is turning a really weird colour as it fades in patches.
One of the down sides to the cinnamon clan is this tendency to colour change in sunlight. Just as well I haven't got him booked in for any shows at the moment.
Some helpful soul (who shall remain nameless) suggested that I should keep him in the dark so that he doesn't fade. Poor lad, as though life isn't tough enough for him.