Udo, Stan, Oscar, and I like to greet Brian at the door when he comes home from work. It’s a fuzzy chorus of love between Udo yodeling, Stan yelling, and Oscar snorting like the little Nazgûl he is. Oscar added extra drama today by mounting an impassioned flop-attack against the Cray Station.
He looks like a desperate worshiper in a renaissance painting and it cracks me up. No one could accuse this kitten of being dull.
Note: for anyone worried, he was not stuck. He just likes to drag himself up the pillars and into the hammock for maximum dramatic effect.