Oscar stashes toys everywhere: our bed, Udo’s bed, the furniture, etc. Only the most favored toys make it into The Lair, though.
He rampages every morning as we get up, galloping around the house and swiping at everything in his path. And I do mean everything; he actually crab-walked at me this morning as I walked into the room to turn off the fan. After each rampage, he returns to his lair under our bed to rest with his latest kill.
If you think my face was in imminent danger as I took this picture, you’re right. Luckily for me, he was too tired to punch me for my insolence.