Last night I had gone to bed leaving teen downstairs. Boy cat 1 was sat on her lap.
He wanted to go out, so came upstairs and cried relentlessly for me to let him out.
Teen had opened the door for him but no, he wanted ME to get up and open the bloody door.
This morning, he started again. Came upstairs and cried outside my (open) door until I got up and came downstairs. I opened the door. He refused to go out. He went to his food bowl which DP had filled before work this morning. He refused to eat it. I picked up the bowl and stirred it with a spoon and put it back down and he ate.
Basically I had to get up, come downstairs and stir the cats breakfast before he would eat it.
Only chance of a lie in for two weeks today and he made me get up and fucking stir his fucking food.