Oscar likes to rampage across the entire house when he really gets going, and nothing is safe. Not even our antique sewing machine, which caught his attention today for some mystifying reason.
Nothing was moving, so I have no idea what possessed him to prairie-dog up and paw at the machine. He’s never done that before, at least not that I’ve seen. Maybe we had a nice ghost sewing ethereal clothes this afternoon and he wanted to help.