If you're going to care about the fall of the sparrow you can't pick and choose who's going to be the sparrow. It's everybody.
Every night when I go to bed, I take a handful of food for Mijo and put it on the table at the head of my bed. He comes in to say good night and have a snack before retiring. Sometimes he cuddles a while. Other times he can't get out of there fast enough.
In the morning, he waits for me in the hall outside my room...sprawled to cover as much area as possible. At his size, that's a lot of area.