Poor ol' Roosevelt.

It was seriously cute when we discovered Roosevelt the Devil Kitty snoozing innocently in the bouncy seat. "Aww, he's pre-loving it" I told M when he protested. It's not so cute now. M found him sleeping in the crib this morning, and just a while I go I found him in the bassinet. Poor guy, he doesn't know better, but I don't want him thinking these are kitty snooze places. And bless his heart, he's 11 years old. He's not so very trainable. For now, I'm blocking the top of the bassinet and putting some foil or something in the crib so maybe he'll learn those aren't cozy spots for kitties. Maybe when the baby comes, the scent and crying will put him off. The thing is, poor ol' Roosevelt has had a rough go in this life. He always seems to be doing something "wrong" and getting in trouble. I blame myself. I didn't know how to train a kitty, let alone a bottle-fed one who didnt get adequate training from his mom. The things I read today say that yelling at him won't really help, and in fact might make things worse. So instead, I've got to figure out how to convince him that he doesn't want to sleep in those warm, cozy places. Right. Cat psychology, anybody?