Scruffy in Fleece

There he is - I spotted him from my sentry post at the door. I tried to investigate Scruffy Gray's room (Heather's office) but Heather caught me shortly after I slunk in.

Darn! Foiled again! Scruffy was back in his fleece bed, wrapped up in Craig's fleece blanket, hissing quietly at me to stay away. No problem, fur-less friend (or fiend, whichever it may be), I just wanted to sneak a peak a see what kind of food they're giving you. I had to make sure you weren't getting all wet food or - (gasp!) fresh tuna. Then I would have really had a reason to be mad at Craig and Heather. As it is, I'm only slightly peeved. All the time. Sharing my house with another. See if I let you guys snuggle with me any time soon!