Those of you who have been reading The Finster Log for awhile know that over the past few months, Peanut has been slowly tightening his grasp on our lives during lunch. Lunch — the last bastion of human (eating) freedom in this house. After all, Peanut is the only one in the house who eats breakfast regularly, and 99 times out of 100 one of us humans has a bird sleeping in our right hand during dinner. That leaves lunch, and Peanut is taking it over. Apparently, it's his job.

In this picture, Peanut is gingerly eating the oat flakes off the crust of Bruce's turkey sandwich. You'll notice that both the plate and the bird are on Bruce's lap. Peanut loves to be in the middle of everything!