Oscar decides to get into Nancy's pants.

For several days Oscar would disappear for hours and we had no idea where he was.  Then we spotted the telltale sign... well, the telltale tail.

Oscar was under Madeleine's crib, where he had pushed the lid off of a clothing storage bin and made himself a comfy little nest hidden from prying eyes.

Oscar, now just showing his contempt, standing in clean laundry just for the sake of being in it.

Oscar using his hypno eyes to ensure we don't give him away and continue feeding him tuna flavored 9 Lives cat food.

Oscar, only his paws visible, buries himself in my shirts.

Oscar under the Christmas tree.  He tried to bury himself in the tree skirt and ended up dragging it across the room.

Oscar attempting to prove that he increases the signal range of our wireless network. (802.11b compatible kitty?)

The picture I have waited two years to get.  When he is active, Oscar runs all over the house in a frenzy.  Some times he leaps up on the lattice in our entry way and climbs up to the ceiling.  I finally had the camera ready when he did his trick.

Oscar occupies Madeleine's bunny chair.  There is something just unwholesome about this picture.

Oscar in the bed for one of Madeleine's baby dolls.  He will squeeze in any place that looks comfy.

Oscar curls up in a bag of Madeleine's stuffed toys.

Oscar decides to take a nap underneath the mat at our sliding glass door.

Later he decided to poke his head out into the daylight.

And finally, the animal in the animal print stroller.