Especially when I am in bed with flu. Proper flu like I haven't had for decades, going into day 4 (even though I had my jab, thank god). So I feel like shite. And the ginger bastard seems determined to stop me from sleeping at all. The latch on our bedroom door is broken, but if I put something against the door to keep him out, he screams like he's being murdered until I let him in. Then he sits and stares at me while shoving every single item off of my dressing table.
He eventually snuggled on the bed. Great I thought. Until the very second I drop off to sleep (and I've barely slept because my temp has been so high and I've been tossing and turning) when he decides to slap me around the face. Every fucking time.
The only time he left me alone today he apparently tried to kill DH on the stairs.
I rescued him, he has massive fields around to do whatever he wants and on any other day he can barely be bothered to look in my direction. He has a million toys, a massive scratching gym thing that DH spent weeks on. But no, he choose to torment the life out of me when I'm poorly.
I love the very bones of him but god almighty he's a fucking knobhead.