When my old cat (Kissa the tortie and white) had kittens she'd always bring them up to the bedroom at night and it was always the last one who squarked (Batfink) the other 3 would be safely tucked up in the wardrobe (Ginge, Blackie and Frankie) I kept Frankie who was a black and white as she had a mainly white face with a patch of black under her nose and on her chin and so slightly resembled Frank Zappa hence the name.
Kissa was a strange Cat, totally besotted with me. I lived in a flat which was the entire top floor of a big terraced house but the main room had the wall taken out so it was 23' x 15' with 2 windows so no seperate bedroom (there was a Hall, Kitchen and Bathroom at the back) but a big room so I had a double bed up in the air, when she had her first litter she started up there next to my leg and I had to try to carry her down the ladder to the box I'd prepared. Then with her 2nd litter (I'd moved in with Maz by then) we got home and she was 'in labour' so I put her in the box (similar to last time) and sat up with her on the floor by my feet, at some point I'd dozed off and laid sideways on the settee with my head on the middle cushion and she'd had 2 of the Kittens on the far cushion near my head and was in the process of having the 3rd.
They say Cats find somewhere safe to have Kittens, well Kissa knew where she was safe 'next to my dad'