I feel bad that they don't get as much affection as they'd like but it's almost like they'd never be happy. I could be crazy cat lady who never leaves the house and they'd still paw at the bathroom door because they MISSED ME.
The cats sleep on our bed with us, which feels a bit cramped since we only have a double bed. Daisy will sleep at my feet most of the time but lately she's been more bold. A few times I've woken up to find her sleeping on the top half of pillow, wrapped around my head. This cat doesn't know what personal space means. I always feel like some garishly dressed rich lady with a cat on my head, much like this:
Sweetie on the other hand sneaks up in between us and flops down like she's a person, with her head resting on a pillow. She flops back and forth looking for someone to spoon with. Usually she gives up on me and climbs up and over my husband to be spooned. This cat is happiest when she's being smothered, under the blankets or pinned down by her humans.
And yes, we put up with it. How can you resist these faces?