Gone Soft

Yes, the cat in the wordless this week is Oscar the Bold. I've had lots of cats and kittens over the years. Too many, to tell the truth. But, for some reason, I have gone totally soft on Oscar the Bold. The stuff that would have me screeching with the other cats, I secretly think is cute. Like his serious issues with toilet paper. Every chance he gets, he is unrolling it and shredding it.

This morning as I loudly said "NO NO" - he was frantically chewing away at the pile he'd created before the Phenom took it away. I was wishing I had my camera ready.

I routinely lock the other cats out of the bedroom - but every night take Oscar with me to bed. I don't really even mind that at 4am he demands attention.

I've gone soft. How can I ever take over the planet if I'm spending my spare time following a kitten around with a camera? How much cred am I going to have as a dictator if I have nothing but fuzzy kitty pictures on my walls? sigh. Keep this up, and I'll only manage to take over a small island.