Yet another night of Pupa screaming at me for attention, and him scampering about on top of me.

I am very much exhausted, and at about 2am I was very much tempted to throw him out the window (I live on the 18th floor so it would have been quite the drop for him). Luckily for him I still like him, so I didn’t commit cat-murder.

The water bottle got heavily used though. I squirted until I could squirt no more, aiming for his little rump so that he would (hopefully) learn that it is not acceptable to wake one’s human up in the middle of the night because you want your tummy rubbed.