I'm reading this article on a cat who leaps into your bed at the old folks home and he has got solid death instincts. He only becomes your companion when you're on your way to permanent sleep:
Before kids, I'd board a plane looking for my seat, beg, beg, begging the airplane god that no kid was near me. Once I had kids, my judgmental superiority came back to me in a rush. Now, people looked at me and my delightful cherubs as devil's spawn and prayed to their gods for mercy. The wheel of life and all that.