If we are really tired we crate the ladies. It is so funny because when i crate Amy, Liz tries to make herself small and runs from me even though she usually stays up later than little Amy. Other nights she goes i n her crate without even asking. Often they sleep in the bed with us. Amy plops herself between my legs (get your mind out of the gutter, she faces the other way) and Liz snuggles along side my legs.