Your room, sir

Gus has warmed up to his new environs. Kinda hard not to--the bottles come like clockwork, naps appear to be encouraged, dirty diapers are ushered away, and the staff seems pretty attentive.

Hard to decide what to do next.

Better settle in for a deep think.

Maybe gesture to show the cross I'm bearing.

Pose for a few shots with the staff.

Watch the rabble amuse themselves.

Greet visitors from afar.

And pay my allegiances to the horned one.