I had to fight off (metaphorically speaking, wouldn’t have dared show any significant aggression - I mean, have you seen those claws?!) my first tomcat from trying to jump in the bowl every time I used it… The little fucker then decided that if the bowl wasn’t for him, then he’d nestle in my underwear. Which were around my ankles, of course. He never got bored of doing that… God, I spoilt that cat rotten…