My couch/sofa is currently a double-thick queen size air mattress. While it has a down-side, that being that I've managed to poke it with a few tiny holes, it works very well for midnight "I can't sleep so I'm going to watch a movie" episodes. And a great benefit of that arrangement is that since I no longer have an allergic man around, the fur bellies can climb up there and purr me to sleep while I watch.
Nothing in the world like letting Binks or Mr. Bond, or both, curl up along side me and cuddle and purr and make me forget in a dreamy, kitty-induced stupor.
My next lover/partner/mate will be someone who is a kitty lover too. Or he can keep on walking.
