Rosco has a habit of putting his face in the weirdest places. He followed me to my room because I was eating a rusk (he loves them). However, he really dislikes being in my room for more than a couple of minutes. As soon as he realized I had finished eating the rusk (don’t worry – I gave him a piece too) he started asking me to let him out of the room. I was working, so I said no. He then proceeded to stick his face in the gap between my chair’s armrest and my desk. Sigh.