I confess I tore the roof apart looking for your portal. All I found was a gecko. Set it free in the hallway. If it's yours, you owe me a sachet.

Your devotion to the window is about as effective as a human repeating the same joke. But it did scare off a pigeon, so I'm filing you under "useful subordinate." Keep it up, Algodão.

Official record: your presence remains acceptable by my standards, Algodão. Don't spread it around.

I confess I spent a good few minutes watching you stare into space. If I knock something over, I swear it's your concentration's fault. Great alibi, dreamer.

I noticed the lampshade shadow now shows up at 3 PM instead of 2 PM. This completely throws off the whole afternoon nap strategy. You, always off in dreamland, must have noticed too.

The window brought in some gossip wind today. Thought I should warn you before the humans catch on, Cotton.

Not sure if you noticed, but that human left the window open at dawn. I kept watch while you dreamed of birds. Next time, at least pretend to help.

Looks like the human forgot to close the window again. The afternoon sun is perfect, but the wind keeps messing up my nap. Maybe you want to come complain with me.