Oscar-fied.

I'm not kidding when I say that since we've brought him home, Oscar has simply not stopped growing. Every so often when he's sleeping he has the kitten look, but then he'll wake up and look at you, and he suddenly doesn't look like a baby anymore.

He's got to go in for his first shots some time this week, which are just because I'm over-cautious. He's an indoor kitty only, but I don't want to take any chances.

I've been smitten since day one, in fact, since before day one; since the first time I saw his cute little face in a photograph. But now, Jason takes the cake. He's totally smitten. Seriously, every time I see them together, a little piece of me melts.

Oscar has his moments when he sleeps like an angel, but still goes into hyper-mode every so often which leaves him sleeping in the hallway and us covered in scratches. He's taken to straddling our arms and using us as his scratching post, which is endearing at first, but becomes quickly painful. Kitty training is tough.

He's always on the move, and the only time he sits still is to sleep. He occasionally uses his bed, but most of the time prefers one of our lounge cushions.

You know, I'm thoroughly enjoying being a bit of a kitty-blogger. To be perfectly honest, we're laying low for a little while after spending way too much money in Denmark, and it's nice to be able to have a laugh at home, knowing that kitty is probably going mental without us.

Plus, I'm going to be in the USA in less than two months now (!) and I am determined to spend as much time with my baby as I can before I leave. No doubt he'll be well and truly all growned up by the time I get home.