Around 12:00, i was awakened by a crash of something falling, so I thought, Thatch is out and about. I went to use the bathroom and brought Annabelle back to sleep with me. I checked the plate of food, which was empty, and I thought, this is not a bad sign. At 2:00, Thatch and Annabelle got into it and woke me. He was up on top of some books on one of the lower shelves behind my bed. The crash that woke me earlier had been the books falling when he'd climbed up into the cranny. Annabelle was tired of his crap, so she was striking back, spitting and hissing, and trying to reach him. I took her away, moved the bed, dragged him fighting and scratching out from the books, and carried him into the bathroom.