Andy and I haven't gotten a full night's sleep in years. Literally. Years. Unless you count when we are away from home and without the children - or cats. Harper is five, and she continues to wake up once or twice a night. Usually, it's just to rub my cheek and tell me she's going to the bathroom, and sometimes it's to ask to crawl into the big bed. (For the record - I put her back into her bed, the mister somehow seems to snuggle her under our covers without me even knowing...)

If it's not the gnome, rustling us from our slumber, it's this beast.

Dolson (aka "CAaaTTT") is 13 years old and he still can't sleep through the night.