Usually she lies down on the floor nearby:
Tilly often stands up on me to get my attention, which is rather cute. She did this one of her first nights, which I interpreted as a request to get me to go to bed:
Sometimes she brings a ball with her and chews on it on my leg, which is the international gesture for please-play-fetch:
Saturday movie night and we could no longer resist letting the cuddle-sized friend up on the couch. To be fair, we then had to let up the less-cuddle-sized friend as well:
Sunday breakfast and I can't get them to look at me, because they're fixated on the other one who goes into the cafe and comes back with delicious things. He is The Food Bringer:
Tilly is focused on The Food Bringer's mocha:
Bailey thinks his odds are good with me:
Food is still Tilly's priority, but Bailey spots something better...
...a puppy (you can catch a glimpse of puppy rump in the top right corner here):
Eventually, a table-ful of food is too hard to resist:
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