Oscar has very metal tendencies. I’m not yet sure if that’s a good thing or not.
Oscar’s squeaky vocals and my own thick, sick rhythms. It was inevitable that we’d collaborate on a new masterpiece.
Ground all outbound air traffic! We’ve had an incident. Domestic terrorism may be involved.
Oscar flexes his authority around the house. He tells Arnold to get to the chopper. When the Delorean hits 88mph, it waits for him. Once he pops, he CAN stop.
It’s FRIIIIIDAAAAAAAAY! It’s cold and my dinner just came off the burner and I am going to eat. I might add more later but just in case.. here’s a kitten pic of the day!
It’s Throwback Thursday! Set your wayback machine to 2000 and let’s party!
Oscar the wiggy kitten spent a lot of today sleeping after a wild growth spurt.
Sick of the cuteness yet? Well too bad, we’ve got 357 to go!
Oscar supervises a quiet work day at home.
It’s Superb Owl Sunday (the NFL can bite me because I am not using their trademarked term). We don’t have a pet Owl, but we have a ridiculously cute pet Oscar!