I've been losing a lot of sleep with six infants around. Last night, I finally gave up on my bed, and moved to a chair to sleep. Mama cat seems adamant about moving her babies to my legs; the same place she tried to birth them. While I'm touched by her love and trust in me, I'm also overwhelmed by the emotion, and by being woken up when I try to get a little shuteye; not to mention some anxiety about crushing these precious things when I roll over at night. They really are precious, but much more effort than I had anticipated. We've had to relocate our two other cats. One is now fully outdoor (and not terribly happy about it). Last night she attacked the other (the matriarch), so that cat is now confined in a separate territory. Oh, the drama. Still far preferable to people drama anyhow.