I have decided he's not allowed in the bedroom. I think the only chance I have of not dying of allergies is if I keep him out of the bedroom altogether. Also, I don't like being woken up at 4am by cats jumping on my head.
He was so well behaved over his first couple of months that I started letting him in the bedroom at night. At first all was well. He would jump onto the bed, curl up by my feet and sleep till morning. Now though, he curls up right in front of me so I have no room and at some point during the night decides he needs to be worshipped, and headbumps me for spoffling until breakfast time, then he scratches the shit out of the bedside cabinet, pausing for only a second after each telling off. Last night he surpassed himself - I had rolled onto my back and he saw his chance and jumped onto my chest, purring madly and settling down to sleep on me. I half woke up, moved, he lost his balance, flailed his limbs, and whacked me in the eye with his paw.
No more sleeping in the bedroom for Pete.
For the past couple of months he's had free access to dry food via a gravity dispenser, plus two wet pouches a day. He hasn't learnt to regulate his intake at all and he now weighs a whopping 7kg. So he's on a diet. I'm restricting him to two wet pouches and 40g of biscuits a day for now, and I'll be dropping that to 30g of biscuits next week, until he's under 6kg again. He's incredibly lazy - although he likes to play for a few minutes a couple of times a day (usually when I'm going to work and then when I'm going to bed
) he hardly ever goes out. He sleeps even more than bobb's Boris, which I would have thought was impossible.