We have a cat flap on the front door. We have a cat flap on the back door. We even have a cat flap on the cellar door. The kitchen window was wide open. The living room window was wide open. It was so damned hot last night every window in the house was open. But at 2.00 am the only acceptable way to enter the house was through the closed balcony door, having passed the open bedroom window to get there.
I am not getting up at 2.00 am to let the sodding cat in. Cue the battle of wills. The cat was clearly trained at the Moggy School of Chinese Water Torture and at 2.30 I crack and get up to let the bastard in. Except that now he doesn't want to come in and fucks off over the side of the balcony.
So I go back to bed and just as I'm drifting back off to sleep ... 'MEOOOOOOOOOW!'. I learnt my lesson earlier so get straight up to let him in. Nope, he doesn't want to. He's just sat there with a look which says 'just checking'. Arrrrgh!
Finally I get back to sleep but am woken again by Bastard Fucking Cat sleeping on my face. Not next to my head. On my face.
I'm thinking I should get him made into a hot water bottle cover or maybe a handbag. AIBU?