He’s a nice cat and I have no real beef with him generally but he’s learned that he can somehow scale the ivy outside my first floor window and shout at me from 5am.
He doesn’t want anything. He can access the whole downstairs where there are many beds and food in his bowl. If I let him in he doesn’t just want to curl up on my bed, he instead continues shouting and runs downstairs to demand slightly fresher food, whilst waking the younger children.
If I get him in and just hurl him straight out the front door Flintstones style, he just climbs straight back up.
Once he’s up, he’s on a very precarious tiny windowsill. I don’t know how he even does it without falling.
YABU - continue to let the fucker in
YANBU - ignore him, leave him to his own shitty decision-making, and hope he doesn’t fall and just gives up in time