It was naughty weekend in my flat. Started Saturday morning, early hours, with Dave deciding that as he was up and wanted attention and to play I should therefore be up and every effort should be made to get me out of bed. He succeeded by 6.45am
Yesterday morning he just had to get into the wardrobe, sod the fact there's very little in there he kept trying and it rattled the door continuously so I ended up wide awake and had to get up and open the door (it is still open, I daren't close it!) Then yesterday evening, just as I was thinking about bed he went into naughty mode again, scratching stuff he shouldn't, biting my ankles while I walked and just being a pest in general.
He did finally let me have a lie in this morning though, didn't get up till 9am