What was mine, is now Marley's

Apparently the rule is that everything I once owned is now Marley's. And if he doesn't like where it is, he'll move it. Or bite it. Or knock it over. He was able to take 1 plant down yesterday. Guess it was in his way. Now he can sit on the little table that was used for the plants to get light, and look out the window at a higher vantage point. I'm not keen on his decorating skills, but not much can be done if he is alone for 10 hours a day to work on his art. Oh, and he is no longer a gentle biter. He bites a lot more and harder. I've been using my own type of biting, pinching his neck to get him to cut it out. It's more likely that he is simply laughing at me. At least the laser-light keeps him running around. Also he seems to think 4:30 AM is feeding time. So I get a purring cat face in my face at that time. If only he had a snooze button. That would be awesome!