Is it too much for him to go to bed at a reasonable hour? He's pacing around my room, acting irritated that I'm not giving him attention. Dude, it's a Tuesday night at 12:18am. The lights are out. I'm under the covers. I have my "goodnight mix" softly playing on my ipod lulling me to slumberland. Apparently this fuckhead didn't seem to get the memo that lights out = settle down.
Does he really have to bat my chapstick around like it's a dead mouse right now? THAT'S NOT A DEAD MOUSE, YOU DILDO; IT'S MY CHAPSTICK! Leave it alone.
When I whispered for him to chill out, he knocked a bottle of nail polish over like a total douche. Again, I asked him to calm down politely and instead of listening, he rubbed his cold nose on my cheek. RUDE! When I told him that I had a meeting in the morning and sharply demanded that he just curl up on the foot of the bed already, he walked away like he was too cool for school. I guess instead of respecting my wishes, he thought whacking my eyeglasses off my nightstand was a better idea. I swear to god, sleeping with him is a NIGHTMARE!
I finally threatened to toss him out of my room altogether and he was like, "Go ahead and do it. See if I care." So, I did and then he just stood outside my room and meowed like a shithead. This guy is the worst.