This has to stop

With the racing season over, we're back to our normal lives -- or what used to be normal before the kitten came.
He's growing up and thinks he one of us. It's a real pain. He's everywhere.
Last night, he slept between us on our blankies in the bedroom, and now he's trying to take over green pillow in the den. He has tons of toys all over the house, and now this.

How do we convince him he's got to earn a spot with us? Any suggestions? We don't want to resort to biting.

Clean blankies!

Finally. Staffer Mom has returned from her week away, and already things are better. She says she's leaving again tomorrow for another week, but we'll take what we can. Already today, our blankies have been washed and smell better. We've been outside to play twice, and she's promised that we can come in and watch the Tarheels play NC State this afternoon. Bandit also is angling for a back massage, but he really shouldn't push it.