Guys, he’s at it again, passed out and rumpled among the fuzz balls and random bits of Nutterbutter fur. I’d like to say my shins are magic, but it’s probably the heated blanket. I don’t know how he manages to sleep like that. It’s a gift.

When he’s not helping me cook, Sous Chef Oscar likes to keep me company while I work. It’s been cold here lately, so heated blanket shin snugs are king. We spend a lot of time like this, and I love it.

Brian realized today that Oscar has finally revealed his true name to us. I put our new pan on the stove, turned around for three seconds to toss the packaging, and returned to find this. When I sent the picture to Brian, he said, “That’s it, I’m changing his name to Sous.” BRILLIANT! Along with…

Today has been a bit blargh. I woke up crabby and haven’t completely managed to get over it. Some stuff caused justifiable grumping and some stuff I’m unreasonably salty about. I’m probably just hangry. This little guy helps me feel better, though. It’s hard to stay mad with a tiny bundle of fluffy love in…

Oscario does not like it when we go outside for yard work. He sat in the window sill squeaking at us until we came back in and accosted us for snugs the minute we sat down. He was laying between us during dinner, and then this happened. He even sleeps with affectionate abandon. What a…

Strong Independent Kitten was out in force today, rampaging around the house and sleeping in breezy window sills much more than snugging me or Stan… until tonight. He flopped in my lap during dinner and didn’t move until bedtime. When he finally decided to let me up, it didn’t last long. Last week he was…

It’s Indycar season, so Sundays are often race days. This means we get to spend a couple of hours parked on our butts in front of the TV, which is something Oscar heartily approves. Before he parked his butt on me for the entire race, he joined the Nap Committee for a snug session. He’s…

The weather delayed my usual chore list today by virtue of being freaking cold. I woke up late with all three cats draped across my carcass like warmth-seeking slugs, and then had Oscar doing his level best to make sure I did nothing but hold him. And then when I tried to get up to…

Oscar was just not interested in sleeping anywhere other than on me today. This might have something to do with the unseasonably cold weather, or maybe it’s because he loves me. Probably a bit of both. I have a hard time moving him when he cutes that much, even though he just made a liar…

In another move stolen from his big brother, Oscar hopped up on my foot rest for a rare shin snug this morning. He didn’t stay long, but I hope he keeps up the habit because it’s delightful. Stan takes up a bit more room than the little guy, but he’ll get there eventually. Yes, it’s…