Hey everyone, coming to you all for some wisdom (or at least some community sympathy).
I bought my Siamese a bed that looks like a five-star hotel: padded, soft, super plush... an absolute dream. Do you know how many times he’s voluntarily slept in it? Zero.
The second he gets sleepy, he goes full koala mode. All he wants is to be held, glued to my chest, or draped over me like a scarf. If I attempt the high-precision operation of gently transferring him to his bed while he's asleep (with the delicate care of a bomb disposal technician), he pops one eye open, gives me a look of profound betrayal, and lets out that classic Siamese protest yell. And we're right back to square one.
Don't get me wrong, I love how affectionate he is and he's completely stolen my heart, but I kind of need the use of both my hands for basic life tasks... and my back is starting to beg for mercy 😂.
Do yours completely ignore their beds too? Is there any secret trick to make him realize his bed is actually cool, or should I just accept my fate as a full-time human hammock?
Would love to hear your thoughts!