Adventures with cats

I am very much a cat person; a cat magnet, even. I have rarely encountered a cat that didn't warm up to me rapidly. So when my husband wanted a cat that would be his, 12 years ago, I was very careful to not befriend her in her first month or so with us, and to not seek her out after that. It worked; Gypsy is very much his cat. When he moved to New York ahead of me last year, he brought her along, so their connection was reinforced. She follows him around, sits at his feet, sleeps with him-- under the covers, snuggled up by his side (though occasionally when he's restless she'll move over to me). I am perfectly content with the company of Oscar and Felix.

David's been traveling on business recently; has been gone 12 of the last 15 days. I've been consoling Gypsy as best I can, and the last few nights she has demanded to get under the covers with me. Which is fine... except that every single time, we are both sound asleep when one of the boy cats comes up to sleep with me, and unsuspectingly walks across the lump that is her, and I'm woken up by the resulting catfight, half of which is under the blankets beside me.