Friggin thing, decides at 5am that it's going to start playing in the kitchen, and hops up and finds a tin can to drop off the counter.... suffice to say, that wakes me up.
So I come out, see what it was he did.... he looks at me like "What?" and before I can even have the thing back on the counter, he's already gone to bed and is sound asleep.
Little bastard.
