Oscar does what Oscar wants, and what Oscar wants is to horn in on any photo opportunity that doesn’t include him. I don’t know how he knows when I get in the floor. Maybe the cracking of my knees alerts him. Whatever it is, he hears it and teleports right into the shot.
This one was directly after he booped my forehead. Nutter studiously ignored him to give Udo the stinkeye for breathing, so he hassled Stanley instead. I still count this as a Christmas snug.