Oscar has created a ritual around accosting me when I walk into the bedroom. He winds around my feet, squeaks at me with a puffed tail, and leaps onto the bed to bathe. This morning I caught him just sitting like this.
To be fair, he was mid-bath and had stopped to glare at the dog, but he looks like a GQ model showing off his abs while staring moodily into the distance. This pose cracks me up and I love it.