I like simple and easy to implement ideas. The proposals to nail the shelf to the bed, to the cat, to his head, so it was easy for her to fall, have been postponed until later.

 To start, I took the baby six balloons, inflated and pimpochka squeezed between the wall and the bed. It was very beautiful. My husband and I have admired them and went to bed.

 In the middle of the night slammed a shot. Asleep, I decided that the husband shot the cat (though the only weapon in our house - it's a water gun). When turned on the light, the cat was sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of blue balls and squinted with displeasure. They gave him a kick, moved the ball and went to sleep again. It was our strategic mistake, proving how little we know about cats.

 The second and third balls he blew twenty minutes and rode off, laughing derisively. Husband persistently asked me to remove and finish today with experiments. While I hid the ball in the closet, the cat crept up to the biggest and banged on it with his paw.

 The net result: the ball minus four, minus two hours of sleep, minus eight yards of nerve fibers for two adults. Plus fun cat.

 Then in the case went fallback. The entire headboard was built with foil in several layers to rustled loudly. I assured her husband that he can now sleep soundly: the foil is not exactly the cat finds itself - afraid.

 In general, almost what happened. Cat come in a couple of hours when we went to sleep. He jumped from the cabinet on the foil. Rustling foil, cat terribly scared, soared into the air and fell on her husband.

 The net result: minus ten meters of foil, minus forty drops Motherwort for two adults. Plus fun cat.

 That's how he looked at us in the morning, while we were trying to cook breakfast with shaking hands.

 So, I had a problem that I have come to the community.

 Once the foil balls did not work, I began to think the other way: how not to let the cat at night in the bedroom.

 The first was used cat repeller. Unfortunately, the cat did not know what it is repellent. But realized the man who frowned, sniffing, and finally asked to ventilate the room. So I now have a repeller husbands who need to - I can give.

 About the same stupidity was a basin of water. We supplied him with the expectation that the cat will splatter and forget about the bed (he loves water).
 The calculation was justified by half: cat lapped, but the bed is not forgotten about. At night, he galloped up to us, shaking his wet feet. I sleepily thought they had twenty-two. Ten he stepped on my face, the other ran on a blanket and a sheet. Finally loudly kissed her husband's nose, it tknuvshis wet snout, which dripped water.

 After this, my husband said to hell with it, with the interior, he agreed on the shelf.

 Evening brought lacquered board with rail, fumbled two hours cursing innocent bed and finally prisobachil. I wanted to say that it's better for us to drop the cat than this figovina (under her alive no one would have got out.) But looked at her husband's face and decided to keep quiet. Okay, I think, one night get some sleep - and then I'll take it from sin.

 In addition to sleeping child ran and scribbled on her own toys. I gave up and did not complain, because wondered who among relatives will raise the child, if we bury under the shelf.

 (I must say that I should not have worried: it turned out, my husband nailed it on the conscience).

 Night came on the shelf cat. Imposingly walked to the middle shelf and touched his paw one of the toys.
 This was an interactive hamster "Zhu-Zhu PETS".

 At the touch of a cat's paw hamster involved. Invitingly exclaimed: "Abuzyuyuyuyuyu-zy!" and ran to the cat, radiant love.

 I'd love to tell about what happened next. But I will not lie: we have not seen before. In general, the cat before the morning is no longer seen. Hamster ran to the edge of shelves and suicide, like lemmings, jumping from a cliff into a basin of water.

 Result: we have removed the shelf.
 On the back of the bed now sits guard hamster.
 Cat in a room does not come. And if he happens to see a hamster in the open door, it swells to the size of Pallas and retreats in horror.