After shutting Whitey in the closet for most of Monday night/Tuesday morning, I took special care to know where everyone was as I went to bed last night. They were free wander away to roam the house once I was asleep.
I woke up at 3 AM and realized two things: No one meowed from downstairs last night, and I had a pair of catzilla brothers neatly curled up in the middle of the bed, just far enough away that they weren't interfering with my own sleep. They were still there, quiet and sleepy, when I got up a few minutes ago.
Life is good.