Excuse Me, I think You're in my Spot

As my loyal readers know, I sleep in my bed on daddy's desk when he's working.  Sometimes, though, I find an interloper in my bed.  Usually I'm able to evict him and claim my rightful place as daddy's right hand man.  Today, however, that was not the case.  (Today was bring-your-stuffed-dragon-to-work day.)

Despite my best attempts to remove the trespasser through brute strength, he remained.  On a side note, I think we've gained a little weight lately because it was a tight fit with both of us in the bed.

Oh, the light

I do not like light in my eyes. I really don't like it when mommy turns on the light when she's getting dressed in the morning. So I have to find ways to make the morning tolerable. Normally I do that by going under the covers. This morning, though, I found a much more elegant solution. Mommy left her pajamas on the bed and I used the sleeve to cover my eyes. How convenient is that?

Mind control

I've been working on a new skill. I've been trying to learn how to move things using only my thoughts. I've been successful in some cases. I've found that if I'm sitting on mommy or daddy's lap and drop something, if I stare at it long enough, mommy or daddy will pick it up for me.

I'm now moving on to advanced mind control skills and trying to get the treat to move to me from on top of the bookshelf. So far, no dice. But I'm going to keep trying.