Night visitor

Look who just waltzed into my bedroom, right through the open door.

I don't think he was expecting me, his feet were still moving when we caught eye contact so he made an instinctive decision to move them faster, instead of backwards. He then lodged himself down the side of my bed, where he posed for this. I urged him out with some spare bike handles but instead of following the line of the box I'd carefully positioned (which lead straight to the door) he madly scrambled over my shoes and is having a little rest somewhere in the vicinity of my wardrobe.

I know he's not welcome but I can't help feeling a little sorry for the fella. Oh well, don't think I'll have much luck guiding him out now so to bed it is for me. Hope he finds the door.