Nothing on the bed except the two cats, when they feel like it. My teddy bear, "T-bear", sits on the dresser. There's a picture of me at about one month old, face down in my crib, with T-bear sitting on my back. I have a feeling this one was posed. Now, of course, we'd call that picture of me in the crib SIDS waiting to happen! but since I survived it, I call it really cute. T-bear was all fluffy and had a bow and everything. Now she's mostly bald and scrawny. I have taken her with me all over the world, and still take her to the window to show her the first snow fall every winter. T-bear has a little rattle in one of her feet. That's how she talks. She's very wise.