Here I endeavor to finally get some of that human food, lest I continue to slowly waste away.
Here, I carefully plan my attack.
The attack is launched. Ultimately, that attack failed through no fault of my own.
There must always be a picture of my snuggling with my BFF.
I sleep with my eyes open and rolled back so only the white shows. I'll concede it looks creepy.
But I quickly shift back to completely adorable.
The Chinese history book that Mommy was reading just put me right to sleep.
I often stick out my tongue when sleeping, but I don't have any teeth yet to hold it in.
This post has exhausted me, but I will talk to everyone again very soon. Long Live the Queen, and the High Nobles she relies upon.
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth