Once upon a time, in the early 60s, yours truly slept in my baby bed with a cat mum and her 12 kitten girls. A baker's dozen piled all round. The cat mum slept at my head. Blackie, the runt of the litter, slept on my chest every night for two months.
Until a cold night in February, they were forced to sleep in basement by the furnace. Unfortunately, that night we lost our home to a huge explosion and fire from the semi next door.
It was something similar to this kitten pile above! No need for hot water bottle, you had instant heat and the purring lull you into sleep. For years afterwards, it was hard to get a good night's sleep...
February maybe a shorter month, but mine recollections of what happened in that month over the years makes it a difficult month to go through...